I’m doing a BBC Ouch podcast this morning. I haven’t slept, I’ve run out of medications and have a cold- so, I will be a rapidly speaking sniffing woman talking about bipolar disorder and will, let’s face it, sound like a fecking coke fiend. But if I’d slept late on medications (at 10am, that’s “early” for me, it takes at least two hours for my fog to clear), I would have been slurring so therefore would have sounded like an alcoholic. Rock! Hard place!
Edit: It went okay, I just rambled and fidgeted. I have no idea how to talk about this blog at all so I kind of…. trail off. Still, fun.
I am bladdy exhausted.
And apologies that I am still mostly absentee, I am still attempting to extract my head from my arse.
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