I'd love to be able to say I'd achieved a wonderful amount today, but I've done bugger all. Nada. Zilch. I have, however, watched copious quantities of TV, most of it rubbish, and dozed a bit. To be fair to myself, I am still convalescing from being low, and I expect that will go on for while. I will try to tidy the kitchen table, but I may not.
HT come at 1800, but I've no intention of getting dressed, so they will have to take me as they find me. My hands are a bit better, and so are my elbows, so I'll keep up the Eumovate.
Just had another energy drink - I think I'm addicted to them. Better than being addicted to alcohol, which I'm pretty sure I was before going on the antipsychotics. I was certainly dependent on it, and would cheerfully drink a bottle of wine a night. I must say that I miss drinking, but not the dependency. I like cider and also ginger wine, but that's about all I can manage. My RAF friends would be horrified.
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?