'I've decided I could sleep through a nuclear war - someone has just hoovered all round me and I slept the sleep of the just, propped up by my computer. Now, of course, I have a stiff neck, but I also had 20 minutes' kip, albeit sitting upright. I failed to open the parcels - it was just too much for one day. I'm now sitting on a brand new and very smart dining chair that I ordered when my old one collapsed with age. None of my chairs match around the table, but that's OK. None of my plates match either.
I now have an hour before Kate arrives, and I think I"ll have another nap. Now it's quiet, my voices are back, and so are the thoughts, which proves that distraction does help. When they're really bad, when I'm exhausted, it's more difficult to ignore them, which is why lack of sleep is so devastating to me. If the pattern stays the same, I won't sleep tonight, but I'm not worrying yet.
Still in pyjamas and I can't face a shower today - Kate won't give a monkey's, and HT will have to put up with it.
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?