Something had to give and that turned out to be me, last night I had what can only be described as a breakdown on my kitchen floor, I don't no how long I was there before hubby found me but he eventually calmed me down and put me to bed. This morning I insisted he drove me to work and that I'd manage but I was in tears by the time I was through the door, thankfully I'm an early bird and always the first one in our office and luckily the 2 people in the place I trust and know what's going on there where in, so after speaking or at least trying to speak to them, Mr shrink was called to come take me home. On the way home I asked to be taken straight to the doctors to see the duty team and the receptionist took one look at the state of me she booked me straight in with the doctor bypassing all the usual nurses and what not you have to see, took about 3 hours though as it was very busy. She was lovely and apologised she couldn't do more for me but being the duty team they have to get people in and out, which I totally get but she did increase my meds, gave me some sleeping pills and signed me off for a week and booked me a normal appointment with another female doctor for a weeks time so everything can be addressed properly.
Luckily Mr Shrink is off work this week and is now watching me like a hawk and wrapping me in cotton wool, he's taken my work email off my phone and forbidden me from checking it. He's worried about me, I would tell him not to and that i'm ok but I don't think even I believe that any more.
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