Sorry for that brief hiatus. I kept walking around the house thinking 'There's something I've got to do'; when I awoke this morning, I remembered that it was the blog.
I am off work for another week and a bit. I went back to see the lovely French doctor last week. Apropos of my aching neck and shoulder and arm, he prescribed Vitamin B complex, and Vitamin E, as well as vitamin F which is obtainable from nuts and olives, and cold-pressed sunflower oil. We also had a natter about psychology and the Mediterranean diet.
I'm not feeling too bad - I'm having fewer panic attacks over trivia, and I am less tired than I was. I still keep bursting into tears over self-induced melancholy, probably the victim of my over-active imagination. I also think I am suffering slightly from a form of agoraphobia. Actually, it's a fairly fundamental part of my personality. Not in anyway to be worried, but I have this disinclination to venture outside, even into the garden, unless I have a jolly good reason to do so.
C'est la vie.
