Friday, 18 April 2008

My back has been troubling me all week, damn that ECT. I've been shuffling around with a heat pack strapped to me like a parachute. I've nothing positive to say so I'll leave it at that.

Sunday, 13 April 2008

It's after 2am. I'm up for a cup of tea, I can't sleep. We've had a bad couple of weeks. My nephew's little girl fell and sustained a serious head injury but fortunately she's now on the mend. I've also been miserable with the cold. Now that these real world problems have resolved my thoughts are returning to wallow in the usual trash that floats around inside my mind.

Despite not having seen the shrink for over six months now my thoughts remain fixated on the doctors and I am constantly going over clinical scenarios in my mind, preparing for the inevitable clash with the charlatans, dreading the mindless interrogations. I'm also constantly watching the news, unusually concerned about everything in current affairs from Mugabe to mortgages.

I don't have any medication I can take now as my wife has hidden it all away. I haven't got the stomach or the inclination for alcohol tonight so I'm just going to go back to bed and hope I can calm down and get some sleep or that the night passes reasonably quickly.