Woke up hungover from anti-anxiety meds that I don’t usually have to take. One cigarette and two coffees and I’m almost there. Today I have another marathon call with Apple trying to fix my iMac. Have spent at least 10 hours on the phone to them in the last week! We almost lost my Mac and had to throw it away. It seems to be running ok now and now we have to reinstall programs and files I lost.

After that I’m going for a swim at the beach. My favourite thing (as I constantly say on here). Hopefully that will shake off some of my feelings of terror and lift my mood, as well as exercise my body. Later a friend is calling to support me in my struggle. She is the only friend I can turn to right now so it will be awesome to chat to her. Unfortunately she lives on the other side of Australia, about 3500 miles away.