It's damp and overcast here, but not raining, which is a plus. I can't seem to get my quetiapine right - I take the normal dose and oversleep, and I take less and don't sleep. However, I'm collecting some different denominations today, so maybe that will help. This morning I nearly didn't take my meds - I had a sudden thought that I was in thrall to the damn things. Common sense prevailed and I took them, but I get so fed up with drugs. The side effects are horrid - weight gain, tremor, eye problems - it's no wonder people give them up. I suppose that my weight doesn't always bother me, personally, but if I were young and cared about my appearance, I might well struggle with taking them. The bugger is that if one refuses to take drugs because of the side effects, one is declared non compliant. Bullshit. Happily, my psychiatrist is quite happy to discuss meds on an equal footing - he is very recovery orientated. But there are psychiatrists who aren't recovery based, and they are not prepared to discuss medication with a client, preferring to dictate which drugs should be taken. They are so wrong, and should be upbraided - they are the ones who are non compliant.
I have to take a cat to the vet today, which is a martial art. He has been known to hide before the vet comes through the front door - how does he know??? I only have to think about the word "vet" and he's off under the bath. My friend who keeps many cats and knows everything there is to know about them tells me you have to empty your mind completely and then the cats might, just might, be caught. I shall report 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?