Baggy has dragged Hormonal Hannah to the Doctor's.

Well Hormonal Hannah has just demonstrated to the Doctor, exactly what kind of influence she is having on Baggy. Baggy cried all the way through her appointment - between blubs and apologies she just about managed to get some of how she was feeling across. She managed to remember to thank the Doctor for having discovered Lawrence-the-durmoid-cyst in the first place. She totally forgot to tell the Doctor that her heart has been being silly again. But she did (well Freda Fretter thinks she did) manage to explain that the biggest problem was Baggy's sudden lack of confidence about anything and everything. Which on some days results in her not wanting to leave the house - or truth be told - her bed. She also remembered to mention (rather erratically), that she might still be grieving for her Dad and even her Stepmother. The Doctor seemed convinced that Hormonal Hannah was the culprit and that the anxiety that she is causing Baggy is making all the other stuff worse.

Before the Doctor could offer Baggy HRT, Clever Bird explained that she didn't really want Baggy on it. The Doctor said that it would treat only the physical symptoms anyway. Well ghastly as they are, Baggy can cope with the hot flushes, the night sweats and even the sleeplessness (because she's used to it). It wouldn't help with the other stuff. So the Doctor asked if Baggy would consider anti-depressants. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Baggy has been on them briefly once before and had no idea what planet she was on. So, Clever Bird declined.

The poor Doctor then hesitantly asked whether Baggy would consider some form of "help" in the shape of counselling. Yes, that sounded like a plan. Baggy pocketed the self-referral card. Freda Fretter then asked the Doctor if Baggy was making a mistake declining HRT and anti-depressants. The Doctor was very quick to say that she wasn't. Phew. When she got home, Clever Bird spent half-an-hour filling in the self referral forms on line, only for the blooming system to refuse to accept Baggy's e-mail address as a valid one and reject it totally, so that she could not submit the form. Hormonal Hannah went from tears to fury in a second. Baggy's laptop just survived her outburst! Once Clever Bird had calmed her down, she told Baggy to call the phone number instead, tomorrow. Okay. And breathe Baggy.

The Domestic Goddess just cooked a Slimming World meal, or more accurately, warmed it up in the oven, having found it in the freezer. Good Baggy. Only for Hormonal Hannah to grate cheddar cheese all over it. Bad Baggy. Now she has remembered that she needs to try to do her physiotherapy exercise - how hard can lying straight be? Very hard for wonky Baggy (the sea anemone), especially with a full stomach. And now the pancakes are calling. Sigh.............