Thanks all for your supportive comments. It really helped to blog it out. My fears about the psychiatrist not understanding were completely unfounded. He, also, was very respectful. It was such a relief to find out I wasn't going mad. My CFS, the trauma, plus the SSRI and mood stabilisers I take have all conspired to give me quite a strong reaction to the anaesthetic and I can expect another two or three weeks of this. However, I feel so much better now I've got a handle on what's going on.
He also said I was doing too much and, on the bus on the way home, I made a decision to give up my main volunteering job as secretary of a local community group which looks after a bit of green space. The meeting was last night and I was so upset to let it go. I'll still be doing things with them, but not with that huge responsibility. It reminds me of when I had to let go of full time work which was so much a part of my identity. However, these things aren't us. I am not my work, I am not an arbitary title.
So a pivotal day yesterday. Today I'm exhausted, of course, with all the usual tinnitus and extra-gravity feeling. Time to rest, rest, rest . . .