It's 2045 and I've just had a long conversation with my Aunt, in which we covered a lot of ground. I'm now thinking about going to bed and am slightly worried about sleeping - however, I'll have to see what happens. The Wakeful Imp lurks around the corner, but I'm ignoring it - and making myself a hot milk instead of worrying. My brain's still active and my thoughts are fast, but HT are probably right - it's a reaction to being depressed rather than a high. Hope so anyway. I don't want to go high, even though it starts off as enjoyable - it always ends in disaster and often in an admission to hospital. I've had 24 of those and I don't want any more.
My hands are still itchy - it's a right bummer. At least it's only affected my hands - last time it was my face as well. And then my hair fell out, as I've mentioned on a number of occasions. I had to wear a wig, which was hot and sticky, and which I was afraid would be pulled off by some mad patient when I was working on the ward. When my hair started to grow back, I had it cut extremely short and gave up the wig. No one had guessed it was a wig, which was quite comforting.
There's absolutely nothing on TV at 2100, apart from a docu drama about a serial killer. QI XL comes on at 2220. I shall go to bed at 2200 and take my tablets - and see what happens.
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?