The chocolate teapot just phoned, he’s had to move my appointment to a week on Monday 😕
He did ask if I was “alright”, but I took that to approximate “You’re not going to jump off a bridge between then and now?” and said “Yes, I’m alright”, because I always say yes on the phone even when I’m not (though for the record, I’m not planning to jump off any bridges).
I’ll survive till then, but I think I might wanna come off the Prozac, it’s mostly keeping my mood up, but at the expense of my sleep, intrusive thoughts and the near constant feeling of being about to set off on a long run 😕
And the annoying thing is that I still can’t concentrate. Perhaps I’m just stressed…
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Everyone does that “I’m okay” thing. I was terrible for it on the ward. A nurse would be doing her regular checks and I will be in pieces but still tell her I was fine.
I have that with the Prozac too. I hope you stay safe between now and then xx