Well the counsellor went okay but my doctor's appointment didn't. I am severely anaemic (to the point normally only seen in women who have just given birth: the doctor was amazed I was walking around!) and it could be something called pernicious anaemia, which is a lifelong condition. She's running more tests so I had to have more blood taken this morning, which has led to me feeling utterly horrible as I'm scared of needles. I'm fine as soon as the needle is in me, I can deal with the ache and the pain and that doesn't bother me, I just can't control feeling sick and panicky beforehand. Key in the depression and I've been really, really horrible this morning.
Fortunately one of my housemates came with me, held my hand, talked to me, etc, and for the first time in what must be ten or more years I didn't cry! I just feel very tired now, because she took four vials of blood.
I'm not letting myself think about the results, which I will get on Thursday.
If you believe everything you read, better not read.