As per usual...
... the alarm went off at 8am so I could get doc appt, only for me to fall back to sleep - 4hrs sleep last night since around 9pm; insomnia an effect of either the depression or meds. Got to docs, no appts available, come back tomorrow at 8.30. Gee, I'd love to, but y'know I can't fucking stay awake the same hours as the rest of the fucking planet so I'm fucked over twice right now.
Just over an hour before I have to go to work. Man the phones again, when there is a crisis situation there. That's a good idea for someone 'suffering from stress' and on rehab hours, innit!? Couldn't face work Friday due to this latest feeling creeping over me again, was losing the plot Thursday .
So, into the hour before work. What fun is that going to bring?