OH was waiting at the ward door. We’d arranged to go out to the cinema today.
“Are you feeling ok?” the nurse asked before I left.
“Yes all good”; i replied, but it was a lie. I’m not feeling o.k today.
We didn’t go to the cinema, we walked around some shops instead. OH yawned endlessly. I could tell he didn’t want to be walking around with me. He’s growing ever more tired of me. I could barely talk to him. There was this awkward tension between us. We went to get something to eat. I couldn’t sit. We had to go. I felt really anxious amongst the crowds of Saturday shoppers. I do get occasional social anxiety but today it was really bad.
I think the drugs are making me worse! Now I need to burn but I promised myself I wouldn’t do that today.
I need to talk to someone.