Well, tomorrow is the psych. assessment. As I’ve said, there have been issues without a break since the late 1970s, let’s say 35 years and more. It’s been a long, tough ride, and I’ve spent much of today working at resisting a flood of tears. I’ve succeeded, but it’s worn me out.
Hell, the past 35 years have worn me out.
So tomorrow is the day, after me handing over the letter to the GP locum a couple of months ago. Tomorrow is the day of my psychiatric assessment. I have very, very mixed feelings and anticipations about it. I have absolutely no idea what to expect, after all.
Watch this space..