Part of me is relieved to have a break in the three week appointment gap. But another part of me is brimming with anxiety over this 'concern', and wants to hide under blankets and not go; though admittedly it's not hard for me to become overwhelmed with irrational anxiety.
Why the rush? Why the note? Why this 'concern' that wasn't there a month ago? Whywhywhywhywhy?
Or maybe I should just stop over-thinking things.
Yesterday I spent, maybe... 5 hours sewing? Something like that. It was great. Anyway, my coat is nearly done. I did a couple more hours today, and it'll be finished in a day or two. I'm pretty stoked. There's been a few hiccups but I've kept going at it, and hopefully I'll have a good end result. I've been really worried that it'd turn out horribly since I haven't sewn in so long, but so far so good.
Today's been strange; a Tuesday without an 8am appointment. It's kinda sad how appointments form so much of my weekly routine, but few other things set the days apart. My intake's still been between 400-800 calories this past week, so no change there. Tonight I'll be having a boost with a few little glasses of wine. I realized earlier that I haven't had a drink since I was in hospital (yes, that still sounds bizarre to me too), nearly two months ago. I've planned to, but haven't gotten around to it. With any luck, it'll ease some of the stress.
GP in the morning, which I will drag my butt to as much as I don't want to. Then I can look forward to finishing my coat, and taking pretty pictures to show you all.