I'm still in pyjamas as I can't quite get it together to shower and dress. All I've had to eat is two bagels so I must try to gather something with protein in it - coffee and fags are not enough. Thoughts are running quite fast and I'm feeling a bit chaotic - not able to concentrate very well, and with tasks incomplete. Kitchen table a mess. I've been dozing in front of News 24 again - all that fuss about mental health beds yesterday and not a mention in today's papers - typical. I couldn't read the whole paper, but looked at the leading articles, and apparently we're not allowed to use the word obese as it discriminates against fat people, especially children. Well, I'm fat, thanks to the drugs, and not afraid to say so. No one bans the use of words like loony, barmy, bonkers; but as I said yesterday, we don't count.
It's 1630 and there's nothing on TV except lightweight panel games - although watching them is about my limit at the moment. I'm trying not to have a stimulating environment, so I'm dozing as much as I can, but something forces me awake and makes that driven feeling. I hope I can sleep tonight.
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?