Spent most of the night awake, burping. In preparation for my blood test this morning, I wasn't allowed to eat or drink except water. Don't know why it created so many problems; after all I may spend the next 10 not eating or dinking too. But it put me in a foul mood, even after the blood test and I had got myself recaffeinated.
I'd say motst of the day was a write-off - dozing, anxiety attacks, self-loathing, reading a mediocre novel.
At 7 I phoned my therapist - and she has an hour to spare for me tomorrow. At last - whopee! - we are going to work on my supressed anger.
Immediately, I felt really terrific. Phoned a friend, went down to Ziggy's and talked about life to the Argentinia assistant manager. I have a lot of respect for him for last week he bought a copy of book I wrote in the seventies off me for £5. Only 40 left to sell.
Sometimes my mood swings feel lifted from a very bad opera - grand or soap I'm not sure.
