Groundhog Day

… and then a rotten bloody night where I could not get my temperature right, even under the blanket. I felt anxious before I went to bed, which I voiced but could find no reason for. I took a beta blocker to alleviate the physical symptoms (elevated heart rate and rapid shallow breathing). It did so the physical symptoms, but not the racing head playing music at me and obsessing about trivial things. I woke up several times in the night to have my crazy head start off.

My husband slowly stirred and began talking quietly in his sleep. Sometimes I listen and tell him what he said: it can offer us both interesting insights into that he’s thinking and feeling. Last night it was all dramatic yawns without me being able to catch actual words.

He got up quite bit before my alarm sounded. When it did go off, I turned it off: I was too tired for the gym. I last there for a moment before putting my headphones on and doing a bit of hypnosis. Am hour later I realise that I’ve slept through at least one time where I should have been awakened! I know had thirty minutes to get ready for work! Thank goodness that I work from home on Fridays!

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I have an endocrinology appointment!

… for the 10th September 2024! I can’t go that long without hormones … I need a Plan B until then.

I’m reaching out to a contact of a friend who might be able to help.

My husband is very grumpy about this and not helpful.

I’ll also be writing to our MP. He’s a nice guy and has helped with other stuff before; I hope that this isn’t too much for him.

Maybe I’ll have a (polite) attempt with the secretaries at the endo department first. You never know, I might just persuade them to get me a script and then everything will be wonderful!