Well, I've been up for a long time, but I dozed off in front of the TV, hence not writing this earlier. I feel driven and buzzy today, and am looking for things to do - however, my concentration is a bit buggered, so I don't finish what I've started. Not a good sign. I'm still waiting for HT to phone me to let me know what I should do about my venlafaxine - I only took 150mg this morning rather than 225mg. My thoughts per minute are quite fast, which makes an astonishing change from last week, when my brain was so sluggish.
The surgery have mucked up my prescription - luckily I have enough for tomorrow morning, but that is all. My drugs are in a messy heap upstairs, so I must sort them out today, and see what else I need.
I'm still in pyjamas and can't quite get it together to go and have a shower. I'll have another bagel instead.
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?