It's Day 13 of giving up real ciggies, and so far so good. I've been around people who have been smoking and I didn't want one. However, I have punished my e cig and can't bear to be without it - I even keep one by the bed. At the moment, it's saving me a bit of money, but the cartridges are expensive; I'd rather be smoking them, though.
Had a lovely supper provided by Liz - avocado and chorizo salad, followed by yoghurt. I'm trying to eat in a more healthy way - now I have a new fridge, I'm motivated to eat better things. At the same time, there's more room for ice cream in the freezer! I've discovered Irn Bru ice lollies and can eat quite a few at one go. Not for me delayed gratification.
My kitchen table still has half the larder on it; I've stalled in my tidying up, although I have done some of my bedroom. I can't believe how much "stuff" I've got, all over the house - the charity shops are in for a treat.
Apart from not sleeping, my mood seems to have settled - I was quite buzzy the night I sorted out my CDs, but the extra quetiapine helped. I'm now on 300mg at night, along with 20mg Abilify, 300mg venlafaxine and lorazepam PRN. I'm also taking 50mg quetiapine twice a day.
Well, back to bed to watch QI.
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?