...to let you know I am ok.
My mum is also ok, we think. She doesn't seem to have fallen into the depths. Fingers crossed it was just a slight blip. You never really know with alcoholics.
Still no job for me. I have to confess, I chickened out of one interview this week, and lied to John about it, saying that the man cancelled on me. Sad face. I just couldn't do it. I got all worked up and imagined the worse and completely talked myself out of it. The self-loathing after was rather immense, especially as I lied to John and we are desperatwely skint. I'm a stupid cow.
Palpitations have been non-existant so far this month, which I'm relieved about. TOM is approaching though, so we'll see if they return just as before again.
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