Claire took me to the doctor this morning...I think largely because she was worried about me...when she came in last night I'd been crying loads and generally feeling sorry for myself...
I don't know about doctors in other parts of the country but mine are fantastic...there are two female doctors in particulalr who just seem to be excellent as well as very easy to talk to...when I first moved up here I remember a visit to Dr Ash where Claire and I asked her how best to deal with hangovers...as well as telling us not to drink as much she gave us a few cures too!!!
Anyway today I took a list with me of how I was feeling and I guess just wanted some form of reassurance...I explained how I felt lacking in motivation, how I had no energy to do simplistic things, how I was drinking too much alcohol, how I seemed to cry easily and various other bits...As much as anything it helped getting it out in the open...at one point the Doctor York touched my leg and just said not to worry...it's only natural for someone who's been from one job to another to feel out of place when they have no job....I felt like crying at being told I was normal...
At the end of the day the doctor said nothing that Claire hadn't but it seemed to help anyway...she told me I need to get myself a routine because if I keep lying in bed all day I will never feel better about myself...I felt uplifted by the whole experience if that doesn't sound stupid...
After the visit to there I went to my local Morrison's and picked up an application form...it may not set the world alight but it's a start...and after that I went to see the film A Feast of Love which was beautiful...it was heart rending and made me cry...that and it added to my already strong suspicion that Morgan Freeman is actually God!!
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