I don't understand, how I'm at your command...

Today I went to the Doctors.  

That was okay.  he didn't shout at me, and he shook his head, and agreed with me, sympathised with me, and asked if maybe he needed to see my husband, because he must be suffering..   He totally agreed with me in the decision I made regarding medication and scratched his head trying to think what else we could try.   I suggested putting me down, but he was having none of it. 

We came to a decision and I left promising to come back in a month to let him see how I was doing.  

Then I had to go to the Dentist.  :-( 

The dentist lady was very, very lovely,  appreciated my complete and utter terror explained what she would need to do - the very minimum to repair the damage and that we would use a series of hand signals to let her know if I wanted to stop at any time. 

So much trauma, all in one day.  

But I survived, mostly because I had my beautiful cape and woolly bunnet on.  And with them on, I can cope with anything.