That was a bad one. A really bad one.
They seem to be getting worse, actually, which isn’t what I’d like to be happening, but I’m much better today and I’ll be back to the doctor this week, with Kal in tow, shopping myself as the Big, Fat Maddy that I clearly, clearly am.
I have more to say, I want to talk about how depressive episodes affect the people around you, but I’m tired tonight and I just thought I ought to check in and let you, my readers (hiya Tess and Katie, you’re it, I reckon!), know I’m still all in one piece.
I live to pole-dance another day.