Monday

I was expecting a call from the hospital this morning to tell me if they were coming with a prescription for diazepam. They eventually called and said they would bring it at 3.30pm and have a quick chat. I felt hopeful. 
More distraction was needed; I got out my fabric and lights and had a play with my cactus. 
He came at 4pm and didn't chat, just dropped it off. I can't deal with someone saying one thing and other things happen. 
I have a proper visit on Wednesday. 

I feel like I am stuck down in a big hole and there is no way out. I have no hope.