It never rains...

... but it pours.

I am all out of cope now.

1) We have no email, usenet, or webserver, so all my online stuff is restricted to websites - I hate using website interfaces for email. This also means I can't receive personal mail.

2) I have a sudden and unexpected appointment with the traumatic birth counselling service.

3) I have a bottle of Diazepam, which is the only thing the GP knew to prescribe me, and while I really shouldn't take while breastfeeding. She's hoping that knowing I have it will help.

4) I have just been given an appointment with the Other Consultant, for the more sinister stuff. For Thursday.

5) Rob is having a very dramatic week at work, and Tuesday and Thursday are his days for going in to London - but he can't, because those are the days they've given me for my appointments and I cannot possibly manage without him.

6) I have to miss my NCT coffee group today to go to the clinic.

7) I have no idea what to say. I have no idea what's on offer. I have no idea how long I'll get, or whether I'll be alone with a counsellor, or whether there'll be a trained counsellor there, or what.

8) I'm scared of a strange man prodding my bottom to see what hurts. Peculiar of me, I know, but it's unpleasant to think of.

9) I'm on AIM and MSN and IRC now. Help.