So I should be about to fly to Saudi, well, that was the plan, but my passport only just turned up on Saturday. I had made my peace with the fact I probably was going to have to postpone and decided instead that I would use the extra holiday I took off from yesterday, to finally redecorate the large front bedroom. I had all the big items of furniture picked up and dumped on Thursday, so now I have space to see what's what.
I am thrilled that my donor sperm has safely arrived from Denmark to CARE, but there are still some mental health hoops to jump through.
I am also thrilled that Gold Rush season 12 has begun.
I said to my counsellor on Wednesday last week that I felt "off". Not fibro off, but mentally off. A little in and out of reality, even though things are going great in my life at the moment. I don't know what this means, but I haven't had the best of weeks. I'm sat here trying to write it, yet I can't find the words. I've slept a lot and had a couple of days off work sandwiched between one day in, where I felt really spaced and struggled through the day. Hopefully things will be a bit clearer next week. I don't think I'm unwell again and I'm sure I've been taking the all important meds.
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