Well, Tesco's delivered and I was right - milk and fags, but also a packet of fruit and fibre bagels. Still embarrassing, though. I think I'm OK for food - fridge full and larder ditto, so I won't have to go out to a shop for a while. I don't know what I'd have done without deliveries recently - I couldn't have faced going to the shop in case someone spoke to me, which I couldn't have coped with. Depression makes idle conversation impossible - I"m trapped in my glass bubble with no connection to anyone. That has altered slightly today - I've managed a few phone calls and sent some emails, so I'm trying to communicate again.
I've taken my lorazepam and I'll take the rest of my drugs later. Then it's bed and hopefully a good night.
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?