Eight Hundred & Sixty Six

Theme: Nurse Love

The nurse sent me over to the quiet part of the building at work yesterday which is where I like going and she knows I like going there. Not only that, it's highly convenient for when we have a chinwag. When she came over at her normal time for her usual chinwag she didn't even look at me before she said "talk to me, what's up" this nurse knows an awful lot about me, as I do her. She knows I suffer with depression. I was just crying. For no reason. I weren't happy, I wasn't sad. I was just, crying. We spoke a little bit and she's really made me think. When my mum goes in hospital for her operation, or whenever I can, I'm going to make that attempt again where I see the doctor and try to get something sorted. If a mental health nurse is telling me to go to my gp, chances are, I need to see my gp. I'm scared though. I just want to fast forward time to a point where all this is sorted and I don't have to go through the bullshit of it.

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