Anyway, I think the doctor could see I had my hands full. He asked me how I was. And my response... I burst into tears.
I think if I had wanted to, I could have walked away with a prescription for antidepressants. I have taken them before, a few years ago now. But I think perhaps doctors are a bit too quick to prescribe them.
I told the doctor I was just having a bad week & that I've not been exercising as much lately (hardly at all if I'm honest) and that I'd be fine once I started it back up (one of the reasons I've started back with a PT to give me the kick up the bum that I need!).
He insisted that I go back to have another chat with him.
I've not made that appointment...and I'm not sure I will.
On the whole life is good, but I'm a human being and I have some downs as well as the ups.
Fingers crossed this week is better as I start back on the exercising & healthy eating bandwagon!