Clearly, J, S & I are too old to do the staying up to see in the New Year and associated fun times that we had until the small hours of the morning. This afternoon we were watching ET and S fell asleep. Next thing I know, J had shaken us both awake and sent us to bed. Well, OK, he sent me to bed and strongly suggested that S to as well. Which we did. And then he joined us. There wasn’t even any sex, literally just sleeping.
Woke up about an hour and a half later and J had gone, left a note saying he’d gone to the football match. Mad man. It’s raining out there and it’s like 6 degrees- and he complains about his back and his knees and he’s gone to watch a bunch of guys running around a football field. Ah well, he enjoys it at least.
I’m definitely still tired. I keep getting glimpses of this black shadowy figure out of the corner of my eye and a sense of being watched, and this strangest sensation of everything being muted by static. Not entirely pleasant. I’m 90% sure it’s a hallucination but you always wonder. I also have no concentration span, I have no idea what’s going on the movie – I’m not foowing it at all. I’m fidgety and it’s taken me like 40 minutes to write this.
I’ve checked my pillbox and all my meds are taken. Note made of symptoms and influences in my tracker.
Ah the fun of mental health.
Can I have a do-over on January 1st, please?
S and I are watching Despicable Me and trying to decide what to have for dinner – and apparently I keep ‘wandering off’ while we’re talking so I probably won’t be allowed to cook, at least not unsupervised. We’ve narrowed it down to either a three-cheese risotto (because J isn’t home and we can have fun experimenting/having new foods) or just having pie and mash.
This wasn’t even what I was going to sit down and write about but I can’t remember what I was going to. I’m also not entirely sure I’m making any sense.