Labelled

Firstly thanks to everyone who took the time to leave words of encouragement yesterday, it means a lot. Thanks also to the two blippers who have contacted me personally to check I'm okay: that sort of stuff reaffirms my belief in human nature.

Okay so to cut a long story short (unlike me) the doctor this morning diagnosed me with something labelled as Reactionary Anxiety Depression and chucked a couple of packets of tablets at me. For my £15 I'm now assured a nice nights sleep and apparently a happier outlook on life.

Whatever hit me Friday crept up unseen. Sure I've always been a bit of a Victor Meldrew but that's just me and that won't change no matter what pills I get. However on reflection over the last few months I've begun to let what other people think matter to me and that resulted in this bizarre and frankly nightmarish weekend.

I believe the real damage has been done by the sleep depravation, a man should be able to get a good nights sleep no matter who or what has pissed him off. Nothing singularly has caused this and I'm not pointing the blame in any direction.

On to my blip today, something I have thrown together of significance. In the middle is my sicknote for a weeks sleep recovery: much needed. I guess its symbolic because right now the whole thing is fairly central. However you'll see me (the joker) on top of it now, along with my little pack of magic pills.

Along the top are the other people whom I live for, the people whos presence in my life will always ensure I'll keep my head held above water. On the left (I think, forgotten how I composed it now) are the King and Queen of diamonds representing my Dad and step mum Mo. On the right you'll see three aces: my bro, my sister in law and my little man Isaac. Dead centre is my Mum, she'd have to be. Sunday evening when it became clear I didn't just have a cold she practically dragged me out of bed for a game of cards (hence the cards) and last night turned up with a bag full of lollies for me!

So time to get in some proper sleep and just get myself physically fit and wide awake again. I'll be making some small changes here and there, not bottling stuff up and maybe not taking quite as much to heart as well. I personally don't think there is much to do outside that but maybe the counsellor they've assigned me will convince me differently. I really hope its an attractive woman with a penchant for taking her work home with her.

Thanks all, and remember this: They could inject sunshine directly into my arse and liquid joy into my eye socket, but I'd still find something to moan about, albeit in an amusing and wordy manner.