It’s partly the insomnia, partly the drugs and partly a hopelessly screwed up sleep schedule which inevitably means I didn’t get to sleep at a reasonable hour in order to get up and see my psychologist this morning. As it happens I made it there anyway.

Being honest, part of that might have been I needed to get to the chemist to pick up some codeine and I did that on the way back, but it does seem that booking a taxi well in advance does help motivate me to get my shit together – so 10 minutes before the taxi was due to arrive I got up.

Friend texted me on the way home. He was having a shitty time, so did my best to help out. I was pleased to be able to pay forward some of the help I get, but it did keep me from my post headshrinking nap, which was to buffer me as Carl was popping over for a cuppa after work and I did need some sleep. Well, I guess I got another hour or so in the end.

After that, I got another couple of hours before it was time to get up and take my pills. So it’s been a long day with disjointed sleep and my eyes are scratchy and I am heading in the direction of having a headache. Time to go to bed for a more extended session I think (and hope to succeed).

I have decided to move the day for my methotrexate. Poison day will henceforth take place on Sunday. This is so that I’m not knocked out all weekend and just maybe will feel well enough once in a while to get to a pub with some mates. I am pretty determined to manage to get to Dave & Ronnie’s do on Saturday.