Baggy has given in to the drugs.

Baggy had to get up with the fairies (and Calum - or maybe that's the same thing), anyway she had to get up at stupid o'clock, as she had a doctor's appointment at 7.40am. Frankly, that's just wrong. How Calum does it nearly every day is beyond Clever Bird. Baggy drove to the surgery, trying to keep her eyes open and was there by 7.30am. Today was the day for Clever Bird to discuss sorting out Hormonal Hannah even more. She's already being helped (a little) by the HRT, but Baggy's counsellor is of the view that Baggy needs to consider anti-depressants. The doctor has already suggested them twice and nearly had her head snapped off for her trouble, as Clever Bird is very anti them. Why? Because she's scared of them. She is well aware that Baggy has an addictive personality, plus she really doesn't want to admit to herself that Baggy is suffering from depression (as opposed to feeling rather down at the moment). Also, she's been on them once before, many years ago.

"When was that?" asked the doctor. "Oh, it must have been at least fifteen years ago" responded Baggy. Clever Bird has since realised that it was actually over twenty-five years ago!! "What were you on, can you remember?" "Yes, I'm pretty sure it was Prozac, but I was on Valium at the same time and had no clue what planet I was on. So I'm rather scared of drugs. My body seems to soak stuff up like a sponge". The questions continued. Baggy began to have another out-of-body experience, which she tried to explain to the doctor. More questions. "Have you ever thought that it might be better if you weren't here?" Clever Bird wondered whether to be honest or not. Concluded that she had better be, as surely everyone has thought that at some point. Haven't they? Burst into tears. Apologised. Said she was "fine", but sick of feeling like this. "Like what exactly?" Good question doc. "Well, urmmm, kind of 'squashed'", said Creative Clara.  "The counsellor was concerned that my mood swings are so dramatic that I could do with 'levelling out'" said Baggy in a little voice. "Yes, counselling can be adversely affected. What happens when you're feeling up?" "Well, I do stupid things like buying a camper van, or other expensive stuff I can't afford". "I see". Much thinking. "Well, you know that I believe that you would benefit from being on anti-depressants". Okay Freda Fretter, do not speak.

"I've sent a prescription to the chemist, but it doesn't open until 8.00am. Just take half a tablet a day for the first week, then one a day. Come back and see me again in three weeks". Baggy ambled out to her car to wait for the chemist to open. She almost nodded off. Home again, Furry Mama decided to take Minty Mutt straight out before Baggy decided to go back to bed. Fifty minute walk. Home to a cooked breakfast (including some sausage for Baggy and the mutt). Then Clever Bird decided that Freda needed to let her read the blurb on the anti-depressants. Citalopram. Well!!!! Freda Fretter told Clever Bird that she was an idiot for agreeing that Baggy should take such terrifying drugs. Clever Bird got cross and shoved a half-tablet into Baggy before Baggy ran off. Creative Clara immediately began to think that Baggy was experiencing a number of the side effects! But imagination, or not, Baggy is now feeling rather spaced out! The doctor said that they would make Baggy feel more "laid back". Baggy said that "laid back" would be good, as opposed to the "tether about to snap" mode that she was getting used to. Calum said, "He hopes they work, even though he hopes that they don't". What? "Well, I don't want you to get addicted to them and need them. But it would be good if they helped". Okay, so Baggy has clearly been more of a messy nightmare than even she realised. Clever Bird did say to the doctor that her husband was a Saint for coping with her at the moment. Let's hope they don't space Baggy out too much. The gang have a lot to do..............