Day of tears

Astrid's urine sample was "doubtful" so we're having to redo it. I drop off the fresh one in the morning, and then we wait until Monday to get the results.

I went into town today and managed to go shopping, but it was hard; I kept walking into things, and couldn't understand people who spoke to me, or form whole sentences. I'm really quite tired now, and losing my grip or my perspective or both. I spent a chunk of this morning, before getting the call from the GP, talking myself out of the idea that the urine test would have shown that Astrid had cancer, or HIV, or something else serious. I knew it was bonkers but I kept thinking it.

While I was in town I considered getting on a bus going the wrong way, ie away from home.

My mother arrives on Friday morning. It will help not to be alone.

Help

I am awful today. I hit Linnea.

Edit: Waiting for a call from a social worker. Friend here, Health Visitor called, etc.

Edit: The Health Visitor says we are safe parents, and is looking for help for us.