Having a rough day today mentally. I always knew intellectually that it was probably going to take me 6-8 weeks to get over my surgery, but today has been one of those (fortunately rare) days when I just think "Why me?" and everything I've gone through in the last few months and the fact I'm still so physically incapacitated three weeks after surgery all gets a bit overwhelming.
It started with something stupid and trivial - I was reversing my car out of my garage this morning which I must have done literally thousands of times before when for absolutely no reason I scraped the wing mirror on the garage door frame. I just sat there and burst into tears for no reason at all, and that was just the start of what's been a horrendous day when I can't help thinking about all the awful things that RT might do to me, and do I really want to go through with it?
Taken some Diazepam to calm me down which I've not needed for months. No idea why this all suddenly came over me.
Think I'll get an early night and hopefully the world will seem a bit brighter again tomorrow.
Chris