Only just got home because I spent the rest of the day having to do boring fathers-day stuff (I left at 9.15am). I managed to go to minor injuries this morning. Just told the receptionist that I'd fallen but the practitioner person (whose badge said she was a physio) was very nice so I managed to tell her what I'd done. She was lovely and kind. Got my hand/wrist x-rayed and I haven't broken anything. I know that's a good thing, but my head is just telling me that I'm such a failure I can't even manage to break a bone. Eurgh stupid head.
Considering going to see gp tomorrow. But that involves phoning, which is scary
I need more medications though (that aren't on repeats) and I sort of want to tell her about my sh getting more out of control and starting to see/feel things that aren't there which is freaking me out. I tried texting my cpn last week but she never replied. Maybe I'm not worth the effort.