Today I had a minor panic attack. I say minor because I managed to bring it under control by hiding in the bathroom and breathing very deeply for several minutes. It has given me a bit a fright as I've never had anything like this before in my life. I've taken it as a sign that I need a day off work and after much haggling have managed to arrange a few days at the end of the month, which I intend to spend lying in bed staring at the ceiling and ignoring the outside world. It has been suggested that I visit my GP but I can't say I've ever found them to be much help in the past. We shall see.
There's not much on the job front that's suitable for me at the moment and to that end I have decided to sign up for this and have a go at writing a book. I'm at a slight disadvantage because I've missed the start, the idea being that you start writing 1000 words a day from the 1st of February. The other problem I have is that I haven't a clue what to write about. I've had a half formed idea knocking about for the last few years relating to an insane couple I used to know who clearly hated each other but were somehow compelled to stay together. Then again, they were such bizarre people I don't know how believable a story about them would be. Nevertheless it should take my mind off work which continues to be a tortuous experience courtesy of the office bully.
If only I'd known today was National 'Sickie' Day.