Today is Day 23.
Trying to recount the last week to the psychiatrist this afternoon was not helpful. I was hoping that blogging a day at a time would allow me to keep track of highs as well as lows and would help me to get a more even handle on the week as a whole, but this was rapidly undone by an hour with the headshrinker. I don't think she intentionally searched for the low points of my week, but she managed to find them all anyway.
She seemed genuinely concerned about me updating my Will on Friday morning but was placated by the news that I have a friend staying for the week and have activities planned for three evenings this week.
I am heading for swim training this evening. With no food in me since a half-hearted lunchtime effort of a barbecued chicken breast and a couple of boiled potatoes I have no illusions that tonights session is unlikely to be particularly high quality. I have put a banana in with my swim kit but I suspect I will find it there again next week.
Today is Day 23.
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