Grim news last week about the death of someone of whom I used to be quite fond didn't help. It's been a bad year for losing people.
My shrink has decided to try boosting my meds by 50%. We'll see what that does.
My spine is playing up once more. I'm most comfortable lying down, but even then the pain is unpleasant. I can't sit for more than twenty minutes without the spine rats scampering and chewing away. Since I haven't heard anything recently from my specialists, I'll just have to hope that this is a temporary aberration. Fortunately I have plenty of books to console me.
To crown it all (groan) I've lost a big filling from my top left wisdom tooth, the one that my dentists have over the years been attempting with increasing desperation to keep in my mouth. It may at last be time for the old fellow to go. I have an emergency appointment this afternoon; I doubt I'll need any anaesthesia whatever they decide, since I'm going to have to be so hopped-up on morphine to get there that I shall be numb from the brain down.
Ah well, so it goes, so it goes. I'll let you know more anon.