Well, my drugs arrived and they're nearly right. Not enough quetiapine but the right amount of Abilify, which is what I was short of. I'll have to make do with the quetiapine and get some more next week. Thank goodness for friends who can collect things for me - I'd be a bit stuffed otherwise. Ditto shop deliveries - Tesco's are coming again tomorrow morning, and I must remember to complete the order this time.
I feel as though I've been knocked about - I'm so exhausted, but then a dose of real flu would do the same, I suppose. It takes a long time to get over an episode and I must remember that. I am going to make an effort to cut down on my activities in the future, but many people aren't as willing as I am, so it might be difficult to get replacements for meetings.
I'm going to sort out my meds, which are in a mess upstairs in the bedroom.
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?