It's 0650 - although my computer thinks it's 2357 and I've no idea how to change that! Oh well. It's back on the fags and the high octane coffee and this blog. My shoulders woke me up, so it's arthritis one, Hannah nil. I'm going back to the doc next week to see if I really have to put up with the pain - maybe she'll give me stronger painkillers. Whoopee! Or maybe she'll suggest surgery. I have been completely put off orthopaedic surgery since I had a knee replacement that didn't really work, so I'm not sure about having a new shoulder.
I went to see a friend who's banged up at the moment in our local psych hospital. While I was there I saw another friend who's a nurse - always a pleasure! We worked together on another unit. The sun was out so we all sat in the garden and exchanged ciggies. I'll go back again.
Out to lunch tomorrow with a friend - we're going to the local pub, which is about 10 yards away. I was so ill when I moved in here that I didn't realise it was a pub! Nobody believes me.
I have to fill in a CRB check form - I can't remember the new name for it - but you have to take three pieces of identification to the Post Office for them to run a bar coder over the accompanying letter and send off the results. I tried three Post Offices and none of them actually had that service. So I'm stuffed as I can't think of any more Post Offices!
The cat has caught a mouse and it's run under the cupboard - the cat is now sitting there and won't be budged. The other two are out, presumably hunting. And I'm going back to bed for an hour!
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?