Today I did much better, though I still didn't get up until after 11. Went over to help Christi with some cleaning for a landlord inspection, and while we didn't get the lot done I think I was a reasonable amount of help, and a lot of company and assistance against panic. Came home via Tesco, which resulted in me cycling in the rain carrying far more shopping than is strictly sensible. And now I have made pancake batter so we can have pancakes for dinner. And I've even got savoury fillings in mind as well as sweet. And if I go cook in half an hour or so we can eat them before tonight's crime telly too.
Letter from my psychiatrist today, CC of what she's written to the doctor at occupational health. Don't know what he'll think of it. I'm not sure I'd go as far as saying I'm suffering from anhedonia, since I'm clearly capable of experiencing pleasure still, just much less so than I might hope. Oh well, appointment with her tomorrow. I am fretting about it. I just don't really want to go back to work.