I woke up after a sleep and yes - I have been managing to squish down worries for that appointment on Tuesday that he will find the thingy in my eye is a tumour or pre-cancerous: awoke in panic and dread:
and it really highlights to me how alone I feel as I don't have a friend I can ring.
when I stopped being depressed last June of course one of my main aims was to pick up relationships with people - through the gym, through Quakers, and through a political group.
The exhaustion and muddles with MrA and fallout and exhaustion put paid to that idea: I have a couple of very old friendships (ie in Christmas cards "we must meet up" and actually meaning it) I was going to arrange meets with (some travel involved, so its not just an hour or so locally).
It was poignant when I was in hospital no one came to see me. I could have course asked son but it wasn't serious enough and I knew after 30 hours when I surfaced it wouldn't be that long.
Doc sis will, bless her, repeat, "the odds are small" because that is how she would cope, she can hold that in her mind.
Quakers this morning - well I've only just started with re building relationships. A sudden announcement - didn't feel right, because as with others at the gym, only if and when it is an actuality. And other concerns for others there where its definite like someone has had to be sectioned.
and of course, these things usually surface at the weekend or bank holiday weekend when my MH people are not working.
“We start school too early in the UK!”


