I'm in payback from (I'm guessing) the benefit form stress of earlier in the week, and plumber stress. Our boiler keeps whumping so I called the landlord and he sent the plumber. I needed to be up and dressed for 9am which is a bit of a challenge at the best of times. He actually turned up at a quarter to. I'm not comfortable being alone in the house with a man I don't know very well. So I was relieved when he couldn't fix it there and then as he needs to pull the cupboard out.
My arms hurt, my back aches, I feel sick, I'm too fatigued to do anything to take my mind off it, except, as Sue Jackson so wonderfully puts it, to 'blurt' on my blog.
Also, it's a Little R weekend and I'm going to Art Club tonight. So I've got the anxiety about how I'm going to cope. If I do serious Nothing for the rest of the day it might help. Or, joy of joys, it might be one of those rare days where I actually improve with time.
I need to get back to the doctor to discuss my depression progress but I'm too far gone to organise that right now. It can wait. I've enough medication to last for the moment. I know, I know - rest up, wait for it to pass, Spring is just around the corner.