I went to the doctor today.

Nothing big happened but that is kind of the point.  I am in the middle of my Hb1Ac and there is nothing the doctors can do for my Diabetes at the moment, I thought I had a solution for my stomach pains.  When I was going through the diagnosis I didn’t know I was Diabetic but now… well, I thought there was a possibility that if I came with my symptoms + Daibetic then the Doctor would have a Eureka moment.

Nope.

I wanted a referral for the PCOS clinic because, well, Neil and I want children at some point.  with my ovaries riddled with cysts and me not following the usual cycle that women all around the world follow, I need to be proactive.I am 33 years old and I…

There was some kind of baby clinic on at the surgery and I was so broody.  My heart ached.

I also went because my mood swings are wildly out of control.  I fly from extreme rage to crying my eyes out to obsessively happy and almost frantic.  I am really worried about my head.  Mess?  Me?  Sigh.

I know that everything is getting on top of me and this is probably all just stress but things aren’t supposed to be this hard are they?

And I can’t even afford my blood pressure medication.

It has taken about an hour and a half to write this little post and I have just realised that I haven’t done any of the things I was supposed to have done tonight.

I just want to write!  I just want to create.  I just want to be me with Neil and the dog.

I’m planning to go to a wedding fayre on Sunday – well, probably, if I can be not tired for just two minutes.

Wow, I am such a whinger – somebody give me a kick up the arse!  Please!