Had another wobble today. After a lively morning of visitors everybody left at once and then I watched a chick flick film, which predictably set me off.
All that kept going round in my head was "I don't want to have an operation". Luckily Oliver came home and snapped me out if it but I guess it's actually a good sign, as well as a bit of a relief, that my denial might finally be crumbling a bit.
I didn't get any sleep last night so I'm sure that didn't help.
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