The easter weekend

This year easter started early. Thursday to be precise. I took the day off to go for some blood tests and spend the day with Tom as he was going to have to work all weekend. Blood tests took ages, it's like queuing at the deli counter in a supermarket. You take a ticket with a number then sit down until you are called. Maybe, given that you come away with less blood than you started wit it would be more comparable to lambs to the slaughter. Totally paranoid really, but I was expecting something to go wrong. Either my vein would collapse and they would have trouble finding a new one, or they would miraculously sever an artery. Get a grip.

We went to book our wedding after that. February was the planned month but when we sat there and tried to book it all these extra fees kept cropping up. In the end we agreed the holiday would be a honeymoon only and we would get married here in the UK.

Over the weekend I ordered new birth certificates for us both, provisionally booked the registry office and we went to the beach.

On the Tuesday I went for my first counselling session. The counsellor was based in Norwich and had a strong French accent. She seemed very nice and whilst I had to concentrate to understand her at points it wasn't overly difficult. I spent about an hour and a quarter there, most of which was crying. I had intended on staying calm and not getting upset, just to talk things through as crying solves nothing but within seconds of opening my mouth to explain why I was there my cheeks were streaked with tears and I was reaching for a kleenex.

Apparently I am lost and don't know where to turn, I live in a small isolated world. Those two statements alone seem contradtictory, if I live in such a small world how can i possibly get lost in it?? On the upside she said I was very brave and seemed strong and she didn't try and prescribe me with anti depressants. Have another session Wednesday.