Mad Auntie Kate

That's how they refer to me in my family. The mad Auntie with her crazy Goth clothes and her piercings and stretchings and rapid colour-change hair. It's a wonder my niece comes near me at all. In fact I'm surprised they don't use me as a threat to make her do stuff... 'Eat your veg or your mad Auntie Kate will come to get you'.

It was Jennifer's birthday today. She is two. And a very cute and good two year old she is. Spoilt rotten with toys and presents, but still well behaved in a cheeky two year old sort of way. We had fun playing in the sandpit that Mum and Dad gt her, then had party food and cake. I'm not convinced giving a two year old cake for supper is the best idea in the world... the sugar high she'll be on for most of the night is not gonna be good. I guess they know what they are doing tho.

I went to see the doctor this morning. Aside from the wobbly few days at download I'd been ok. Started feeling a bit twitchy yesterday, but went round to see Matt, and settled down. Thought it might just be the fact that I had a cold and wasn't feeling 100%. Woke up feeling a bit shaky and a bit emotional, left Matt in bed with a kiss and got a taxi to the doctor's. Started freaking out slightly in the waiting room, and by the time I'd got in to see Dr Perkins, I was having a minor panic attack. She ran through all the usual questions... Had I self harmed? Had I thought about self harming? Did I want to go for counselling? How did I feel now? Was I still going to work? I hadn't been for 5 days of course. 'd been at Download. I told her that, and she avoided asking the obvious question about recreational drugs, which considering I'd been at a festival, and considering what about 50% of festival goers get up to at festivals, I thought was a little lax maybe... My Dad asked the question... Well what he said was 'Have you been taking anything you shouldn't be taking?' To which I replied 'No'. Anyway, Dr Perkins said I was obviously not in a fit state to go to work and did I want to be signed off. At this point I couldn't think to save my life, I was tired and upset and panicky, so she made the decision for me. She signed me off for a week to see how I went, gave me a prescription for new pills and told me to come back and see her in a week. So I'm going to see her on Monday, which is less than a week. I might see if I can get an appointment for Tuesday or Wednesday as that will mean I've been taking the pills for one week. They probably won't have much of an effect on me by then, but you never know, I might feel better.

So it looks like they are right. I am Mad Auntie Kate after all.