I made a fool of myself today. I began to cry in front of the receptionist at my brothers doctors surgery when i went in to complain ( something the old me would never even have considered before) - when my aunt came to pick my grandfathers prescription she also handed my brothers one too as the address is the same.

She obviously saw that he was prescribed Fluoxetine and made comments to my mother about what did he have to be about.

She apologized and said she was sorry and only trying to help. She actually came around and gave me a hug. So I left.


I also did the first day of my surgery placement - i wanted to leave the moment I got there.