Well, surprisingly I slept quite a lot after my wakeful 3 hours. I'm a bit tired this morning and I had some weird dreams, but I don't feel too wobbly. Not quite as rested as yesterday, but not bad. Being awake in the night has lost its appeal; I get panicky and think it's happening again. I was also a bit cross in the middle of the night - cross with the drugs and with myself for not sleeping, which didn't help.
I intend to do some tidying today and some clearing out. My house is a mess where I haven't been doing anything because of my mood, so I'll try to get it sorted out. One of my hands is raw again this morning - scratched it in my sleep. Perhaps I need those white cotton gloves that children used to be given when they had chicken pox.
Off to have coffee.
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?