Saw the MH team today. I'm apparently not worthy of requiring the additional support.
I appear to fall straight into the "grey area" between somehow coping, and completely gone. For which there is apparently no real support aside from "wait for your therapy to start".

Sure thing...

I wish I'd walked in with a pair of underpants on my head, and a pencil stuffed up each nose for all the good it would have done me.
"I'm afraid not, Lieutenant; I'm just off to Hartleypool to buy some exploding trousers."
Free hugs if you get the reference....