Day ninety three

I am back! I have been to see the GP and we had a long chat. It included pictures. I thought diverticular disease was diverticulitis - it isn't! But it can develop into diverticulitis if it gets infected. So I am diseased.

That hard to pronounce lung problem isn't a problem, apparently.

So no treatment; no tablets; no medication.

Just pain and sleep loss.

I have sent my latest "Fit Note" to the district chair, with a note telling her that the GP thinks it's stress. He said that to me in April and I couldn't accept it then. I have written about it on here - I have always said I have no reason to be stressed.

But maybe I do!

Maybe 35 years and 11 months in ministry has finally got to me. I am 3 years away from being able to claim my State Pension. But 3 years is a long time to put up with this.

Something has to change, but what?

I can't have another emotional meltdown like I did on Saturday.

Now I have to have a long hard think about my future. So maybe I will ramble on here for a few more days or weeks. And if you have a solution for me, answers on a postcard please. I like postcards!