A lesson learned; a load lifted

I feel slightly less unwell today. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not signing up for the London Marathon or skipping through the daisies at the park, but I can breathe without erupting into coughs and my joints don’t ache quite as much as they did earlier in the week.
Yesterday’s weirdness with the e-mail thing gave me something to think about while lying in bed feeling sorry for myself. I went through so much trauma during the day, and in the end it was nothing to be concerned about. The ‘problem’ was only ever in my head. I had made an assumption about Gavin’s reaction to my message, and the ramifications of that assumption dominated my thoughts for the next six hours. But none of it was right. I basically wasted the best part of a day contemplating my position at work, and seriously considering changing that position, when there was never any issue to deal with. 
Sometimes I think I must be female.
I have to give myself a bit of credit for getting it sorted before bedtime. It was mostly out of desperation, but ringing Gavin was the right thing to do. I went from a combination of despair and distraught and distraction to a combination of relieved and reassured. And then I could get some sleep, which is probably why I feel better today.

RC 13-8-21