Fragile

A rubbish night sleep, it was the first night since Friday I hadn't taken a diazepam.

Into work and was told today the car seats could be picked up. I said again I wanted to go. I did, with a senior member of staff. Eventually we found where we were to be(Newbridge), got the paperwork sorted then got to the bus. It was a shock to see it with a fresh head.
The only word I can think of that describes it is 'mangled'. We took all 10 seats out, (not one of them had a bump, dent or scrape.)  the seat covers and the paperwork. I spent a while just standing looking at it. Couldn't quite get my head round it. Looked in at the front and the airbags hanging .

Back to nursery via Costa where I got bought a coffee. It was much appreciated.

A few hours later I was making tea and I felt shaky and lightheaded. Said to a colleague that I thought going this morning maybe wasn't such a good idea. I ended up on the floor struggling to breath normally and in tears. Panic Attack.

Was glad to get home.

(oh, managed to escape any injury on Friday but today as I stepped into the bus, I somehow tripped, falling flat on my face and scraping my leg in the process, right on the bone. It's sore!)