Good evening. Apart from yesterday, I've spent the week in pyjamas. My sleep has been all over the place, but last night wasn't too bad, and in fact I overslept. During the long watches of the night, I did a bit of spending - bummer. So I now have two iPads, one of which I have to sell, so I shall put it on Gumtree; I'll also put a card in the village shop. My sister saw that I'd put it on Facebook and asked me some hard questions! There's something about the hour of 0100 which prompts me to go on the internet. Having said that, I'm sure that playing with an iPad at that time is no good for sleep - I missed the window of opportunity that the drugs provide.
I'm still OK on the reduced Abilify, so I think I'll try to reduce it a bit more over the next month or two. I'm in dispute with my surgery about painkillers - I am prescribed 2 tabs 4 times a day, but the dispensary will only give me 2 tabs daily. I've just sent a snotty email to them, so I hope that provokes a response. Why is it that everybody in these surgeries thinks they know better than the doctor? "Doctor is busy - what is the matter with you?" MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. And it's THE doctor, not just doctor. My GP is excellent, so I"m lucky, I suppose.
I've bought a cunning little gadget - it's a remote speaker for iPads and computers and it looks like a yellow mushroom. So I can listen to music on my iPad in another room. Amazing. Gadgets always attract me, I'm afraid - if it's a gadget, I've got it.
Well, it's bed and television time, so I hope I shall sleep tonight.
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?