Yet ANOTHER night when I am very tired but can't get to sleep. Coffee/fags are once again the order of the day. I had three meetings today, all of which I enjoyed, and all to do with mental health. Came back here to lots of phone calls, FaceTimed someone and then went to watch TV in bed. I took my pills and drifted gently. Bang. Wide awake.
I went to the doc about my shoulders. She's referred me to the shoulder surgeon and put me on tramadol, which doesn't seem to work! It's not nearly as good as the dihydrocodeine I was taking before, even though it's supposed to be much stronger, so I've gone back on the codeine. I can feel a shoulder replacement coming on, which would be a bugger - my knee replacement didn't work very well. I imagine the surgeon will do an arthroscopy first, which may give me some relief, but they're painful too. Hey Ho.
I've got to take my identification documents to Yeovil to be certified at some stage, and I don't know Yeovil at all - I've lived here 17 years, Yeovil is 12 miles away and I've never been to the centre of the town. Ridiculous. I shall get lost.
Had a busy week last week, both at meetings and socially. I played a bit of poker, but lost a tenner, so I vowed to get even. However, we didn't play again! I shall save up my wrath for the next game. Friends say I should play bridge as I like cards, but I don't think so. Apparently two clubs means something else entirely.
I might have something to eat - all I have had is a piece of toast and a sandwich. Then I'll try to go to sleep.
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?