How is your day going?

Evening All,

Quite a productive day, not sure I’ve watched tv a lot. Maybe a few videos on You Tube later on. Rang the Mental Health Team to explain I still want there help after receiving a letter saying they had tried to contact me 🤦‍♂️ typical normal situation, left a voice mail and nobody has rang me back. Rang Social Services (old skool! Don’t call it Adult Social Care) to get a referral to the OT about having an intercom fitted in my flat, I’ve got to have my entire staircase ripped out and rebuilt alongside the stairlift having to come out, carpets in hallway and stairs then has to go down and then stairlift back in! Absolute nightmare, they built them out of MDF, talk about cutting corners! Rang the registry office to order a copy of my marriage certificate, so as to apply for funding to pay for a no cost divorce, just want the final bolt locked on the past. Listened to some music, bit of Jimi Hendrix, greatest of all guitarist, above Page, Clapton, Beck, Gilmour. While on the phone to Social Services, I asked if my GP had referred me to them like I’ve been asking, nope you need a CPN! Cue best muttley impression as I said Mental Health Team won’t give me one! Been begging for the last five years. Spoke to Tui about taking a glass bottle of medication onboard the aircraft, they said it’s ok as long as I’ve got prescriptions for it all, which is relief to say the least. Then I started looking at decorating supplies for my flat, but then I’ve had to have a word with myself to not be an idiot and not risk it due to my health. Been a fool again, I’ve got a fridge and freezer full of food, had a McDonald’s Breakfast and a meal deal & easter egg from sainsburys like a complete fool! I know for certain if I was to lay down, my devil stomach would decide it wants to attack my throat again! So it may now be an all nighter, gone from being relaxed, to just like a click of Thanos’s fingers my moods crashed 🤬🧠 My brain is now uttering my late Grandfather’s phone answering “War Office Who Wants A Fight”

My Brain has clicked into self destruct, my inner chimp Hadrian has come out for a fight with my mental health. At least my left hip isn’t requiring any Ibuprofen Gel tonight, yet. Think I’m going to put the radio on low, do some Gaelic lessons, play on the computer and watch some Good Dr. Then nip into town tomorrow morning, to get a hidden industrial piercing sorted out, tried a chain moth attachment instead of a solid bar and nah, not working so it’s gonna be a normal titanium bar instead.