Hmmm. I had thought that I was taking too much in the way of drugs, but I'm awake again. Fags and coffee, of course, are essentials. I dreamt about being depressed - that all the pain and numbness were back but that I had to be at work in the RAF. No one would listen to my cries that I had actually left the service, and wasn't well enough to be there. I woke up quite horrified so thought I'd come down here to get rid of the dream. It wasn't anything like as bad as the nightmares I get when I am actually depressed - all those dead bodies - so I got off lightly.
My friends might come on Friday instead of Saturday, which would be nice. I taught them to FaceTime yesterday, and they were most impressed - we had a long chat. FaceTime is such a great invention - it's like a sci fi aspiration come true. However, I can't FT in the middle of the night, so I shall start again on the kitchen table.
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?