So much for thinking I was going to go to sleep tonight. It's now 0200. I have reduced my email inbox from 1400 to 456 and in the process, discovered some unexploded bombs that I need to answer. A publishing company has approached me to discuss my blog, which is all very flattering, but if I'm going to publish, I'd rather do it myself. Not that I probably will - it's good just to write it.
My shoulders are very painful so I've taken some more drugs - the pain wakes me up in the small hours, which is most annoying as I find it difficult enough to sleep at the best of times. Anyway, worse things happen at sea, I'm told.
The tennis on Sunday was absolutely splendid - although I wanted Federer to win. Had a lovely lunch with friends beforehand, and then we steeled ourselves to watch the match. Much shouting was committed.
I had a pyjama day today. When I wake up at a good hour, my routine is to come down, make coffee and read the papers on my iPad. Mostly, that works and I'm ready for the day. Sometimes, as today, I fall asleep on the sofa instead of reading the papers, and I can be asleep for two or three hours, which means I find it difficult to sleep at night. Another cardinal sin is that I use my iPad in bed - bad light for going to sleep. The only other thing is that I'm reducing my aripiprazole, so that may be having an effect. Or maybe I just miss the window of opportunity, when the drugs are starting to work. Whichever one it is, here I am.
I see that the NHS bigwigs want us to pay to see our GPs, or taxes will have to go up to pay for healthcare. I assume people like pensioners and those who don't pay for their prescriptions will be exempt - or will they? Once again, the Government asks the poor to pay for Government mistakes. And don't get me started on welfare reforms. I recently had to fill in a 46 page questionnaire about my health, and only 2 questions related to mental health. I did have the chance to add a personal statement at the end, so I ranted a bit, which made me feel a lot better. Needless to say, I've heard nothing.
I shall now try to go to sleep!
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?