Today meeping & gerwinium & two plushie foxes & a Hello Kitty disguised as a fox came round, and we went to see Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire. I liked it - I think it's the best of the HP film adaptations so far. Meanwhile, Richard stayed at home and took great pleasure in having the house to himself to make as many banging, drilling and grinding noises as he wanted to :)
Am in lots of pain. Stupid gallstones. Pleased I managed to haul my arse to the cinema anyway, though. Going to bed in a bit, not to sleep but to lie down, as the pain is a bit less bad if I do that. Saw the doctor on Friday. Obtained drugs and advice. He agrees I have some sort of post-traumatic stress thing going on. We have a Plan to continue with the gallstone-dissolving medicine and see how it goes. The surgeon still hasn't replied to my GP's letter (which I suspect was along the lines of "Dear Joe, WTF have you been doing with my poor patient? Love Mike x") so he's thoroughly unimpressed. I've been very mellow for the past 2 days, partly as a result of the drugs, but mostly because I have been officially Reassured again that what happened wasn't my fault, and I'm not a complete loon for reacting to it the way I did. That helps.
Have slept for 2 nights in a row without nightmares. I hope this continues.
Edit: I forgot to mention that when I walked into the doctor's office, he took one look at me and said "Oh dear. You look really ill.". I was... amused. And also relieved - if a mental health problem is making me look ill then it must be serious enough for me to need help.