Time. How much, how little. It always takes time. Time to get an appointment at the psychiatrist (doc). Time that psychiatry itself find an proper appointment so it won’t collide with some other time. Time for the night-pills (read olanzapine) who really do their job but not fully to react, and when they do it is morning. You want to snooze and go back to sleep but you can’t because of the - time. Time to go up, despite that olanzapine (5mg) says big, fat no.

It sounds really ridiculous when I blab about time, but that is one and only thing that matters for us. So we can synchronise with it, and think that we have control of it. In most cases, we don’t. But fine. My time have been spent on work, work and work. And to fix errors made by my psychiatric clinic. That my psychiatrist doctor is still too stubborn to lower the dose of olanzapine. My boss is checking though if I’m all fine and that I don’t get too much stress. All my colleagues are helping me to just go with the flow. My work feels as another world compared to last year.

So what I do with my time when I don’t work? I am picking strategically days and hours when I can go to gym and when it’s not. All this must be synchronised and me to be flexible. And never ever go late at gym (since my hormones can easily produce adrenaline). At night, to have too much adrenaline, means you won’t get the sleep. So that is why time is also crucial.

I hope you have learnt how to spend your time in best, possible way, dear reader. Again, I apology for the time it took to write here, but there is always something that pops up. I wish you a happy weekend. And here’s one nice American RnB-classic with no one else than Irma Thomas. This is was recorded in BBC-studio during the New Eve of 2005:

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