It all just came to a head in the fatface changing room stuck inside a size 14 floaty shirt.
I had an erpc on the 6th May and it was my 6th mc. I haven't cried until now and now of course I can't stop.
We are going on holiday ,yes great I can sit on a beach and do nothing but my poor body looks so neglected, nothing fits and everything is just bloody wrong.
This morning I got a letter requesting my full medical notes for a car accident last year. The thought of all the faceless people who are going to have to paw through 6mc and the depression issues has really upset me, more than I could have imagined. I don't want anyone to see it all, I feel so naked, does that sound mad? And am so worried that they will dismiss my claim albeit it only small and nothing really major because it was a week after a mc that I had the accident. I told my insurers at the time because I had to, but now it is going through the legal system.
I usually sort of manage and scrape myself back together again but I feel so flat. Dh feel so bad as he feels that he has let me down because I am seeing a councellor and they want to put me on ads which scares both of us.
Stupid floaty shirt. Just tell me they skimp on the fabric and I'll pull myself back together.