I couldn't sleep last night and I feel like i'm on the verge of shutting down. Everything is coming down around me. I have just been to the hospital, to the maxillofacial department of Charring Cross in Hammersmith. It's an impressive hospital and at first you think you've walked into a shopping mall. There are hairdressers, fish tanks, coffee shops and cafes. Just my luck there was a Doctor there to see me as well. All went smoothly and quickly and I left without news of having to get my jaw rewired, at least that's in tact. I have physio exercises to do, what I've done, as a result of stress and grinding my teeth to powder in the night, is grind a new flight-path fopr my jaw; as a result the right side has a tendency to pop out of joint when I open my mouth. I have to see the dentist and get a soft bite-plate as well.

Work is busy, very busy and all the systems are misbehaving, which does not make anything easier, on the other hand there's not much I can do about that, but it can make me look bad.

I need to get back to work.