Monday, 10 October 2011


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!


  1. Lots going on in your head :-( I have an 'it will all be over in however many hours it is' thought that seems to get me through most things. And thoughts of chocolate after x

  2. Oh boy.......totally understandable, given the circumstances. Were I not in the field, I don't think I'd be as butterfly-ish over something like that.

    I'm sending those good thoughts your way.
    I've no doubt you'll do just fine.
    Still.....OH boy.....*sigh*

  3. wafting happy and calming thoughts down the pennines, swooping over London and across to you....


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