We’ve had a really tough year. Culminating in some difficult family news, healthwise, relating to my parents, which sort of tipped me over the edge. GP prescribed sertraline. Two weeks in and I’m feeling exhausted still, but beginning to feel better in myself. Christmas was beginning to feel manageable. But now I’ve come down with an awful sore throat and cough. FIL is immunosuppressed so we won’t now be able to see them over Christmas.
DH is very kind and says just to go to bed and he’ll look after the DC, but I was so looking forward to feeling more myself and being able to have a pretty good (in the circumstances) family Christmas.
Not really sure what AIBU about, but I’m hacked off and sad that the Christmas I was finally looking forward to is going to be a bit meh. (I know it could be a lot worse, so I feel a bit first world problems moaning.)