What has happened to me in the few short hours since I went to bed (well maybe long hours, I like my sleep!) I've woken this morning and I am a quivering wreck and I don't like it.
I feel out of sorts, out of control and can cry at the drop of a hat. The silliest thing has set me off today. Got a call about my company car mileage. I maintain I did it before I left for the operation, but something has gone wrong. Either I imagined I did it, or something happened when my manager left and it hasn't been approved.
Either way, its not a big deal...but it feels it.
I got a letter from the bank saying I needed to contact them asap as they hadn't been able to reach me. I call, I'm on hold for 7 minutes 'sorry please ignore, the letter was sent in error' My blood is boiling....but why? It's not a big deal, mistakes are made, no harm done....but I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and I can't cope.
MrC is being lovely, really supportive. He has been brilliant (most of the time!!!) while I have been recovering. But why is him giving me a hug, a little kiss on the back of my neck when I least expect, a little squeeze of my hand sending me into an emotional wreck?
So I have a choice, and you know how I like choices. To give into these feelings which are making want to curl up into a ball, sleep for a week and cry like a baby or put it down onto virtual paper send it out into the bloggerverse, get my head down and crack on.
Because realistically, I will feel better later, something will make me laugh and put it all into perspective
But in the meantime thanks for the therapy session