My hero leapt to my rescue. As Ezra began to wheeze due to another cold, so my equilibrium finally tipped and my husband came home from work. And stayed off for the rest of the week. This means I have slept, shared drinks with my friends; shared my anxiety with them too.
I will see my GP next week in order to arrange some luxury time with a councellor. How decadent to be able to talk about myself, without any guilt or interruptions!
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