Had a quiet afternoon, watching rubbish TV and smoking. The cats enjoyed it because they can settle down beside me or on my lap, which is very comforting. I eventually emptied the dishwasher (hooray for me), stacked it with all the stuff from the sink, and put it on again. I haven't even had the energy to write.
Once again, I'm tired but not sleepy and I wish I had a quid for every time I've typed that recently. However, I've taken my tablets and live in hope of a good night's sleep. I shall start to despair if I don't get one. Tomorrow, there's a meeting here with my care coordinator and someone from HT to discuss the way ahead, and I hope to be able to say that I slept. That's at 1200, so I really must get out of my pjs by then and have a shower.
My mood is still flat and I'm not feeling much. I might have a shower tonight to calm me down a bit before I try to go to sleep. I'm off to bed now, so night night. I might be back.
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?