I kinda burst into tears in her office. I could have died on Sunday. I can't believe nobody seems to be taking this damned thing seriously, not the doctors nor work nor my friends (the ones who rejected me when I panicked about this being a chronic problem with a possibly major impact on my life). Thank God for Jason, I don't know how I would manage without him.
Anyway, am going to start up on sertraline again. Without the worry of being fired because it's making me ill (the first few weeks), I might be able to get through the bad part. I'm seeing getting well as more of a matter of life or death now so back on the quick and dirty and fucks me up path for a while - though I'll try to get back on to exercise for stress reduction once this lung infection has died down (I'm winded doing a flight of stairs so no point running right now).
