Bored Game

I am so bored I am going out of my (already frazzled) mind.

For the first time in I don't know how long I actually feel reasonably ok -- but I have nothing to do!
I have nothing worth reading, all jobs are done, there is nothing on TV, and I am bored out of my skull.

If I wasn't agoraphobic I would go for a walk or get a job or something, but I am, so I can't. And daughter number two and my son don't think much of taking me out, so I'm stuck indoors, waiting for daughter number one to come home for the holidays, hoping I don't lose what's left of the plot in the meantime.

You would think that my complete lack of contact with the outside world would be grounds for a bit of support from mental health services, but apparently not -- because I have a private psychiatrist I can't have a community psychiatric nurse (even though that would give me access to all the other services in the area, like a day centre, cbt, counselling, etc).
So not only do I have the joy of paying for my psychiatric care, I get penalised for the fact that I do, too.

Thanks, NHS. I love you, too.