Better than Therapy

I've had a roller coaster week emotionally and it was mostly work induced.  I've cried myself to sleep, I've fought back tears in work, I've felt hopeful in work - supported even, (that was for about twenty minutes.)  After a brief but refreshing Thursday afternoon, I thought a quiet Friday would be plain sailing.  I was wrong.  Won't go into detail but suffice to say that I ended up with a pounding, relentless headache and a neck that felt I had a steel rod running up the back of it into my skull.

Three glasses of wine to go with three episodes of Grey's Anatomy later, (I know, I've given up wine,) a bucket full of tears and a box of tissues later, my head and neck felt worse but in a way, I felt a bit better.  Ms Rhimes' Greys is better than therapy, sometimes you just need a good cry.

Didn't sleep well on Friday night, woke up with head still pounding (could be the wine, definitely made the right decision to give it up.) Saturday is cloudy and gloomy all day, such a shame after Friday's brilliant sunshine but at least it matches my mood.

Sunday and we're back to glorious sunshine.  Head is better but not 100%, neck is painful but stuck the microwaved wheat wrap on it at 6.30 when I got up.  Decided that I need to do something about my emotions.  Don't get me wrong, emotions are good, sobbing through Grey's Anatomy is good, crying at the end of Long Lost Family is good.  Crying over some of the comments on the Country Heat infomercial is not normal.  Crying at the end of Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang is not good, crying at the end of The Spy Next Door surely isn't necessary.  I'm still upset over something that happened a year ago which still nags at me.  With all of this in mind, I have invested in a huge bottle of industrial strength Evening Primrose Oil.  Please God, let this work.