Proactivity gets you far.

Today I went to Student life twice. Once for a doctor's appointment, and the other time for a counselling session - both on the advice of my disability services lady, and on my feelings that I haven't been very well for a while. And I'm glad I went.

The doctor's appointment actually went really well. I had had some concerns recently over my contraceptive implant - namely that I've now been late for one period, had on and off bleeding, and then I've completely missed my last one. It's been about 6 or 7 weeks since my last one,which I had been keeping from everyone, because last time this happened, it was a false alarm, and as soon as I knew I wasn't pregnant, my period came - literally over night. According to her, a third of women stop menstruating entirely, which is what she thinks is happening to me. She said that unless I suddenly put a LOT of weight on in my stomach, and my boobs get huge, I'm fine.
Flat stomach - check.
Small boobies - check.
Aside from that, she was really nice. I mainly went, other then the implanon questions, to fill her in on my anxiety situation so she could help me with my prescription. I actually felt really good finally talking about it all with someone. I didn't go into huge detail, but it was good to know I was being taken seriously, especially over my lack of sleep. I know it doesn't bother a lot of people, but I have really found it difficult to face this week, purely based on how shitty my sleep has been since Saturday.

I then went and bought my horribly expensive biology text book, lab coat and glasses. Doing that actually hurt. It was incredibly expensive! I felt a bit let down actually - I'd tried to buy the books online for cheaper, but no one responded.


I had a break for a couple of hours at that point, wherein I talked to Megan about finding my readings for class online, talked to Lana and Sam, organised Pizza (which I am now FULL of), and went about for walkies trying to sort out our post.

I then went back to Student Life at 3pm to see Nicole, my counsellor. I think I like her quite a lot. She asked good questions that made me think about how I was really feeling, let me blurt out everything about how I was feeling at the moment, and we got on really well. I did feel listened to. Even though I didn't really enjoy being there, because I don't like talking about my anxiety, I can see that she IS a good person to talk to. She made light of the things that are not so sensitive to make me feel more comfortable around her, and she seemed to know exactly how I felt when it comes to thinks like lists and diaries and organising particular things. I have to see her again on Friday next week.

I think, as far as a shitty first week goes, I'm doing the right thing and being proactive about it so I can look after myself.