Well, I had a very disturbed night last night as well, but was never quite conscious enough to come down here and write the blog. I don't know what to do about my sleep pattern - I seem to be in the habit of waking up and it's very difficult to break it. Also, I have a sore patch on my tongue which hurts at night and keeps me up. Added to that, my feet are still poorly, but my hands are much better. I'm completely fed up with side effects - my nose is blocked (quetiapine) and I get weird dreams (nitrazepam). Not to mention the weight I've put on.
My sister arrives soon and we're having a take away with the girls. I've decided to continue to write this for a couple of weeks to see if anyone still reads it - if not, I shall archive it.
Off to wait for my baby sister.
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?