I was in a right state when I got up this morning. And I don't mean Iowa. I had an appointment with the workhouse and felt that I simply couldn't face them. I felt as if my brain had short-circuited. I did the first thing that came to mind and went and talked to the person I see at the other place. I'm glad I did. Those people are much kinder than at the workhouse, and have supported me in ways both useful and appropriate. I've really got to deal with this now, so soon I'm going to make an appointment with the doctors. The man I saw this morning has asked me to see him again on Wednesday morning, just to make sure I'm ok.
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