Diary of a CyberChondriac

Have put my name down for anxiety management course at local community centre. Should hear in few weeks. I am hoping the group will consist of high flying professional type people but knowing my luck the class will be a bunch of no hopers like me.

Work was very busy as a new housing development has asked our firm to do all supplying. I spoke to one of the architects and thought he might have been flirting with me but ignored it and remained strictly professional.

Manda spent the entire morning on google looking for cheap weekend breaks. My mum phoned me at work for a chat and said she had dropped my cigarettes off with my next door neighbour. She said she was disgusted that Anita was pregnant again. She has been to her first ante natal appointment and her due date is April the 1st. That did not come as a surprise. She is having a scan in two weeks to confirm dates and apparently she is hoping it is not twins again.

Again, no surprises there. I advised mum that I had finished with Mark again and that I had ended up in hospital with a panic attack. She just said ‘what are you like Carla! you can’t seem to hold on to a man’.

She said Ivan had put his name down for extra shifts at work, and had asked dad if he could share his allotment as he needed to grow his own vegetables to save money. I told mum I thought he would be better off finding a better job but she said that Ivan was at the back of the queue when God was handing out ambition and brain power. I said at least he is fertile. Mum said that was a curse and she hoped the future offspring would inherit the Bradley brains.

Rex picked me up from work and we went for a cheap Italian tea time special. He has been an absolute rock lately. After the meal we went to Rex’s salon and he trimmed my hair, touched up my roots and applied another magic straightening treatment.

He said Mungo had told him that Mark has left nine messages on my answer phone but there was no more space to leave any more. He had also left endless text messages and voicemails. Mungo said that after I had stormed out he threw Mercedes and Jennifer out and told Mercedes to stay out of his life.

That does make me feel a bit better but I am ok on my own at the moment. If I am meant to be with Mark then it will happen. I am a great believer in fate.

Rex dropped me off at ten and I more or less flopped straight into bed. Because of diazepam I hope to get a decent sleep tonight.

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