Work was fine, I sat next to one of those girls from my training group who I’ve never spoken to before, she is a chatty person, I tried to respond in normie fashion, I actually enjoyed one of the topics (criticising a coworker), I didn’t know how to respond about the other general work stuff. Some comics from Free Comic Book Day were left in the break room, I had a browse, nothing good.
I sent an email expressing my interest in electrolysis, I feel I need to try something else as I’m not seeing much change in particular areas, it’ll be expensive and slow but it’d be well worth it if it works, it’s around £150 for an hour a week, I can afford it with a job but to make it easier I’m going to get a credit card that charges 0% interest for a couple of years.
At home my mum again stressed that I was mentally unwell and asked if she booked an appointment would I attend. I snapped at her, swore repeatedly, it was offensive that she was accusing me of being sick just because she doesn’t like what I say, it’s her with the problem so it’s her who needs to get help.