A Blood Test, No Mess Getting Dressed and A Battle With The Worry Weasel

On the day that I am due to speak to a Vitality GP, I of course feel full of beans.

It’s the one rare day that I feel my best self. I’m not putting off tasks and find myself just generally getting shit done, all the while wondering what the Clare of the past 6 weeks has been so het up about. I feel like James McVoy in Split with all these different personalities.

I’m going to my cousin’s wedding on Saturday and I have pretty much ordered the entire occasion dress selection of both Very & Next, I even ordered things knowing they wouldn’t suit me, you know just in case my body shape changes before then.

I should have known my misery was coming to an end when I found not one but two dresses out of the 50 odd that I’d ordered — I think that’s a pretty accurate guess rather than an exaggeration. But of course, now I need shoes and a bag so I head off to collect more parcels whilst listening to 90’s R&B.

I finish work and have a video call with the GP, she is so helpful and is arranging for me to have a blood test. She tells me that once the results are back they will talk me through the options. It feels so good to feel heard by a doctor finally and I’m glad that I’m getting the ball rolling rather than avoiding the problem.

I brave the trying on of shoes with the dresses and am pleased with the outcome, although I am suspicious of my good fortune and decide that I should take a spare outfit…