** G’Day me hearties, yes it’s the new and anti-depressant improved Muggins at your cervix.
Yes it has come to this, agreeing to ‘relax’ the chemical way in order to send Psychiatrist X. (who was only there because I had arranged his home visit myself, remember?) away thinking I might just about still make it on my own here, rattling around my vast subterranean inverted pleisure dome like some latter day Howard Hughes..
So, in a while someone will turn up with five more anti-depressants for me, this visit is supposed to coincide with carer CA.2 being here to do the talking for me, if need be ..
Apologies meanwhile to those who still don’t ‘get it’ – I am again running out of time now, need to get ready for this lovely new day and decide on whether or not to choose the chemical zombified way of finding relaxation or whether to keep on the natural path, e.g. remedial massage.
Probably won’t even have time to do my weight stats et cetera.