Yesterday was a bad day for me.
Unfortunately, I did end up having a bit of a teary session right at my desk – something I have tried not to do as I don’t want the whole office to see me crying. It just crept up on me and overwhelmed me – there was nothing I could do about it. I then had to do the walk to the bathroom, so a few other people probably got to see it too. No doubt after I left it caused the gossipers to recreate a scene not dissimilar to the opening scene of Macbeth.
I knew it would be a bad day. I went out with the mind set that it was going to be a bad day, so I don’t know what I was expecting to make it different. I am already starting to feel extremely anxious about what the outcome of our hospital appointment on Monday will be – that, combined with more questions from people about Bump, just sent me into a mini meltdown.
So I went home, lay on the couch and didn’t feel any better at all. I just got more agitated.
Today, so far, is better. I have had my little whinge already (only one person saw this time). Since then I have been ok, even had a bit of a joke with some people. I can’t guarantee what mood I will be in when I wake up. I don’t know if it’s a day were everything is going to get on top of me or whether it’ll be a day when I can handle things a bit better. I just have to take one day at a time – bit of a cliché I know.
Until I know what I’m dealing (hopefully next week), people are going to be subject to my ridiculous mood swings. Just in case anyone who knows me was going to say it; yes, they are more ridiculous than normal.