My anxiety is at an all time high, I am not sleeping at all. I fell asleep at around 5.30 yesterday afternoon and woke up at midnight and have been ever since, I don’t feel tired, just anxious. Everytime I think about the move on Friday, I want to vomit.
We still don’t know what we are doing with the dog and we are being forced to choosing putting him down, which will devestate us.
I keep saying to the council, that him not being with me, is just going to put me in a massive depressive spiral, but they don’t seem to be getting and I understand that he is not a service dog, but to me he is there to calm me down.
On a side note, my Dad is taking monkey for a few days, to give me a chance to catch up on everything, I am going to miss him like mad, but I desperatly need to get the rest of the house packed up before Friday morning.
We are still debating whether or not to pack up the van Thursday evening, but we don’t get the keys till 11am so we could spend the morning packing. Drive to the new place with all our stuff, get the keys and unpack straight away.
It does only leave us five hours with the van but if we do all the massive stuff, then if we have boxes and such like left over, we might be able to borrow a car from somewhere (mum I am looking at you) and use that to shuffle things backwards and forwards.