(*Ron Seal, mel, you'll have to ask The Brit)
which in this case meant do not have a rather large G&T because your kids are kicking off an hour before your ex is turning up to collect them, having forgotten that only moments before you took your anti-anxiety meds. . .
I'll spare you the gory details, but nevertheless a short stay in the head place reminded me of three things:
- why I don't want to end up there again
- why I like where I live (even tho it's rented and I can't paint the walls the colour I want to)
- how great my current head doctor is
and he told me he was actually really pleased I did what I did, and not to feel guilty or ashamed about it. . . I hate Friday nights; I have to find some kind of strategy to cope with Friday nights; he said I'm not mad or going insane, which was a relief because I'd told him I thought I was just full of grief and probably severely depressed and struggling but doing my best; he was slightly irritated that CH had gone on his business trips (two sides of the globe in one week, poor guy) as he was supposed to be my back-up - but a man has to do what a man has to do, sometimes. . . and let's face it the Head Doc talked to me on a Saturday afternoon, so so much for his family weekend. . .but I won't bang on about it; and won't be drinking alone on a Friday night again for a very long time: that bit I take full responsibility for
I'm not feeling very well; so I'm heading back to the hospital; and I'll catch up with you when I'm a little better