Sorry about my little absence. I’ve been very self-pitying and mournful recently and quite introverted and the last thing I felt like doing was writing a post. Anyway, I am writing one now, lord knows if it will make any sense whatsoever, but I’ll give it a go!
I saw my GP on Friday, she had heard from the CMHT and they had said much the same thing to her that they had said to me. Needless to say, she is not very happy about it either and is going to ring them next week and request a meeting with a CPN, herself and me present so we can all speak and put out points across.
I took far too many co-codamol on Thursday night, just couldn’t cope with ther day so kept swallowing the tablets. I then took zopiclone (I finally got the prescription as I thought if the CMHT aren’t going to do anything I may as well take matters into my own hands) and slept, and slept and slept. I slept through my lecture, through my seminar, through my research session, through the time I was meant to meet Rich. He panicked slightly and came over to find me slightly groggy and very thirsty. I am fine now though, much more alert.
I am spending the weekend at my parents in West London. My Mum is being very Mummy-like, which is nice. My Dad is leaving me to myself, which is also nice. And I feel safe and loved and comforted. I know that it makes no difference deep down to the way I feel but on the surface it is nice. I am so lucky with Rich and my family.