I have butterflies. Great big fluttery ones.
Tomorrow I have the psychological assessment for the accident insurance and I am ridiculously nervous about it. The only reason for this, I think, is that I have no idea what to expect. I'm scared of what his questions will be and how I will react to them.
Next weekend I go to Paris for three days for our annual international meeting. "Fabulous!" everyone says, Paris in the Autumn. But I'm not a big fan of large meetings (40+ delegates) anyway, and I'm worried about not being able to squirrel away on my own (but my GP says I have to make myself be sociable!). Also, apart from the Brits, most of them I haven't seen since the crash. I missed last year's meeting because of it, so I'm going to have to go through the 'how are you' rigmarole with them. Not that I blame them, it's just that sometimes I'd like to forget about it and be normal.
So, my anxiety levels are teetering, despite telling myself It Will Be Fine.
Sorry that I haven't written the promised blog posts, I haven't been in the right mood for it. So they may materialise or it may be something completely different!