It's not really medication time, but I might take my pills early, as they take a while to kick in. HT and I have just discussed my sleepers, and they are going to ask if I could try zopiclone tomorrow, with a view to bringing me out the tablets when they come here in the afternoon. I'll see what the doc has to say about it.
It's 2010 and there's nothing I want to watch on TV - it's all rubbish. I've got boxed DVD sets of good things, but of course I don't deserve to watch them. Or so my mood says. I could go to bed and watch a movie, but I don't like being in bed and not being asleep, as you know. I feel a bit fidgety and anxious - the lorazepam I've taken hasn't started to work yet. I don't even know if it will work - I've been given the white ones, not the blue ones, and the white don't work as well as the blue. I may be imagining it, but other people have said the same. I imagine the white ones are cheaper - cynical, moi?
Merrick typed "Restawyle", my house name, into his iPhone and the spell checker came up with "Rest Awful" - how true that is at the moment. My rest is awful.
I have to cancel my ticket for the WRAF reunion on Saturday, so I shall do that tomorrow. My next engagement is next Monday at the Clinic, and I'm hoping to be able to drive by then. If not, I'll postpone it. Then on Tuesday I have psychology, which is always good, but extremely tiring and draining. Touch wood, I haven't had a nightmare for a few days, and only one flashback, so maybe I'm through that phase. I recommend smelling salts for traumatic experiences like flashbacks - they bring you straight back into the here and now with a bang. My Grandmother used to swear by them for every occasion - weddings, funerals, she'd be snorting ammonia.
I've just popped my quetiapine - no response from the lorazepam as yet. Now it's the waiting game.
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?