Today was supposed to be a practice run at having a functional morning, before I start uni tomorrow.
I started breakfast two hours later than intended.
Then I did very little for a while. Was feeling a bit achy and having that annoying heavy feeling on my chest, making breathing seem too much like effort.
But I washed and dressed as was on time to see my GP. He thinks the chest problems are connective tissue inflammation coming after the pneumonia, irksome but not anything serious. Hopefully he is right. As that might mean the new meds I have started this evening will actually help.
Then the appointment went awkward, I have an attack of intrusive thoughts and in an attempt to drown then out I ended up being someone what radically honest about how poorly I am handling my anxiety and depression. I am now getting a psych referral, with the service my counsellor said he thought I was doing well enough not to need. I feel like I am cheating on student health, who have been dealing with my crazy, by letting my GP get involved.
But I am doing pretty badly, so the more help the better. Maybe.
Anyway, went to town and got my meds. Got some groceries. Stuffed around a bit to make sure I wasn't walking through the exchange during the "danger window" (i.e. when Shitlord might be crossing my route - because I am a fucking functional adult). I got a "real fruit ice-cream" from the Octagon two-four. It was not good, I do not recommend.
And that was my day.
My efforts to focus more on the positive on this thing do not seem to be going great....
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