Was planning on going back to classes today, but I slept in and missed the first one (I hardly slept all night, so I figured I deserved that extra hour this morning...). I went to my experimental archaeology class though. I thought I'd better since I'd got a letter from the dept secretary his morning saying 'are you actually doing this course?' I had a bit of a panic attack before it though, and if one more person had told me to cheer up, I think I might have knifed them...
I went out for lunch with a friend afterwards, which was good 'cos it meant I was actually eating something decent (instead of Supernoodles again...). Had another panic attack walking home through George Square becuse it was so busy, but I was alright by the time I got back to the flat. I guess the side-effects are starting to wear off - I wasn't as shaky today, and I don't feel sick either.
I was at the doctor yesterday. It was a different GP this time. She said if I stick with the tablets, it'll get easier. She also recommended going to the student counsellor. And she said I seem to be coping pretty well. I think that's because I'm talking about it now, rather than bottling stuff up inside. I've got my family, my flatmates, the 'archaeology girls',
Sarah, Chad, and the guys from the Raven all putting up with me moaning about my lack of sleep - hehe, thanks people!
Anyway, I think I'm going to go home to my parents' tonight, 'cos my mum wants to make a fuss of me (and I need new shoes, hehe!). And I need to talk to them about what I'm going to do about uni, etc. It would be so easy just to drop out, but I know I'd regret it. So I could take this year out and restart it in October - but then I'd have to get a job, and I don't know if I'd want to go back after the summer. So that leaves me with trying to stick with it, but I'll probably get crap marks in the exams... I dunno...
