I slept from 0300 to 0830, so a total of 6 hours, counting the ones I had earlier in the night. Not bad. I'm still feeling sleepy, but I think that's just a drug hangover. I shall give myself a pat on the back, or a Bravo Zulu, which is Navy speak for well done. BZ is the flag signal for well done, or mission achieved, and a neg BZ is the opposite. So BZ to me.
I can't quite gauge my mood as it's a bit early. However, what I can say is that I am rested enough to fight the thoughts and voices, which is a step in the right direction. HT are coming at 4pm today -- they phoned just now. Kate is bringing supper over and staying for the night. I've stacked the dishwasher, but I still haven't unpacked the Tesco's bags. Small steps.
I'm going to have to cancel attending the WRAF reunion on Saturday, which is a shame, but I'm not well enough to go. I shall miss seeing all my old friends and having a chat about our shared past. But I'd have to travel there on the train, make conversation for 5 hours and then travel back. Out of the question, I'm afraid. Maybe next year.
A friend of mine is coming for a coffee later - she hasn't seen me for a week, so will be able to tell whether I'm looking better or not. Last time we met up, I hadn't had any sleep.
More later - off to unpack bags.
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?