TODAY

I think I've managed to get the time right tonight!  What a twat.  Fortunately, I managed to get to sleep last time, despite the industrial quantities of coffee I'd imbibed.  Not sleeping tonight, however, so it's back on the fags and the Irn Bru.  I rediscovered my taste for the latter when I was in Scotland last time.

I seem to be OK despite the reduction in my Abilify to 30mg - I'm going to ask for a meeting with my psychiatrist to see if I can reduce it further and maybe cut it out altogether.  There are lots of scare stories on the Internet about coming off antipsychotics and all the effects that accompany that, so I'll do it gradually.  What with that and the quetiapine, my attempts to lose weight are doomed, so if I can dump one drug, I might have more success.

Tomorrow I have a meeting and then I go to the Doc about my shoulders, in the hopes that she can do something - maybe change my pain relief.  They stop me getting to sleep and then they wake me up, so something has to be done.  I looked up shoulder replacement, and it seems horrendous, but the site was quite upbeat about it.  Probably sponsored by the NHS touting for work.  Anyway, a scar would ruin my tattoos.

I think I might try to get some sleep.