Well, a pretty crap night, but I don't feel too bad this morning. My left hand is in a state where I've scratched it badly - I think I'll put some steroid cream on today, which might help. My SAD lamp is on, which is particularly bright as the day outside is dark and gloomy - it's raining and nasty. Spoke to my sister in the East Midlands and they are in the garden - it's fine there although rain is forecast. I've actually spoken to a few people today, which makes a change from when I thought I had nothing to say. The phone is fearsome when one is depressed, summoning one to answer when it feels all wrong. Now I'm better, I don't mind answering it; however, I do have caller display, so I filter out the cold callers. "Unavailable" means someone from Bombay is trying to sell me something, so I don't answer it. "Withheld" is often the Home Treatment team, although I've been caught out by that and had Anglian Windows on the other end. I'm afraid I'm quite rude if they don't accept my refusal to talk.
Today, I'm going to drive to Erle's, which will be a test of how much better I might be. I'll drive straight back, but I just want to put my toe in the driving water. I'd like to do a circuit, which is about 10 miles, but I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Maybe tomorrow or Monday. Then I can get some cash as well. It's been over a month since I've driven the car and I'm slightly apprehensive. I'm sure that will go once I'm behind the wheel.
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?