The first stop

Today I made the first step on the road to recovery. Sleeping was easy last night, until I coughed really hard and choked, and nearly threw up, on spit. What an awful feeling. Getting up was harder, but there seemed to be more determination in my actions. Actually getting up to shower to wash was less of a chore than it usually is.
Getting to the doctors was fine - didn't sweat as much as I used to. Guess the fever has gone and I'm getting over the flu. The fact I can finally breathe through my nose is the sign. I get there and it's busy. The doctor is running a little late with patients. By the time I get to see him, I'm quick with my questions and worries. I should have started off with the least of my worries, but instead I got down to the big guns and asked him about clinical depression and how it could be treated, and where I could take the bloodtest. Next on the problem list was my weight. Now I'm 5'10 and weight just over 9 stone I think. But I think I may gained the smallest amount of weight - just a few pounds, not too much. And last on the list the stupid flu, which is viral and therefore has no cure but rest and sleep and sleeep..zzzz.
The doc said that the blood test will help him decide what could be the problem with the depression and the weight going nowhere malarky. So now the blood test got done today luckily, there was an opening so I just took it. The results take a week to come back, so I've got an appointment for next week Wednesday to see the doc again.

Last night, I sent an email to my housemate Carlo as I found it hard to talk to him after Sunday. To be honest, I've been kinda harsh on them. Why? Because they don't understand what I'm going through or why I'm depressed. I saw Carlo today, he came into my room to ask what was going on and I just said that I understand why him and Joe get on so well (they're living together next year), and that I could be just making up stories in my head. Although he said I was getting paranoid, he did admit it was hard for them to talk to me because they don't wanna say anything to set me off. Although I've been fine, I didn't feel fine about the silent treatment. Only Carlo understands now. As for Joe. Well, I'm sure Carlo will tell him about our little talk.

But for now, I'm still going ahead with things. I feel like I've got my normal life back today. I'm in the work mood - two essays and one huge dissertation. I'm hoping that my tutor says that everything seems ok and in order. To be honest, it's just full of my own notes in bold and what to write. I can see the future - LATE NIGHTS AT UNI. It'll be interesting.

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