Evenin' All. That greeting will be wasted on those who haven't seen Dixon of Dock Green, a very un-gritty police series from the Sixties starring Jack Warner as a geriatric Bobby. I'm back on the vanilla milk, fags and MacBook Pro. Just dashed off a letter to The Times about the scandalous lack of older women on television, and I have volunteered to appear to equal the stats. I think they need overweight, middle aged smokers to represent the vast majority of the public.
You will have gathered that I'm awake. Took 200mg quetiapine rather than 300mg, so I'm not surprised, but I had hoped to stay asleep for longer. Tescos are coming at 1100, so I must remember to wake up before that.
It seems that the Government has decided to delay the decision to publish all our medical data. Even though it would, allegedly, be anonymised, I had opted out - as with 75% of the population, I never got the leaflet that we were all supposed to receive telling us about the scheme. When I phoned the Surgery to ask about it, the receptionist rather wearily told me that there were many, many others who wanted to opt out. Serves the Coalition right.
I wonder how many of you are worried about the new DLA - the PIP? I've researched it online and it sounds like a bugger's muddle to me. I am supposed to have DLA for life, but I will still, I understand, have to go for an assessment. I did see in the paper that Atos are losing the contract as they have so completely lost credibility - 60% of people appeal and are given the benefit back after Atos have cleared them as fit for work. Bastard Atos. A friend of mine with bipolar disorder was seen by an eye specialist, which I think Says It All.
Just off for more vanilla milk.
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?