I'm ok (for now)

It’s hard to believe that September is almost gone. For me, it has shot by in a hazy glazy daze of work stuff, work stuff and work stuff. Hour upon hour of discomfort, uncertainty and doubt, broken up by the odd minute here and there of panic, frustration or despair.

Now, on the cusp of October, I feel as if I am finally finding my feet, feeling my way and reaching some kind of plateau. I’m sleeping (a bit), I’m eating more than half a Weetabix before starting to feel sick and I’m able to get in the car in the morning without a shaky wave of dread exploding over my spine. It’s taken four full weeks, but I’ve stopped regretting my decision to stay and started enjoying the potentials.

More on that later.

For now, I intend to get myself well and truly sozzled in celebration of surviving the month without a breakdown (for me, Philippa or any member of my staff)

RC 28-9-18