I couldn't wait any longer and so got Yuri to call and find out when my appointment might be. I'm not sure whether it's worse not knowing when the appointment might be or knowing that it 'might be early next week'. Early next week I have to go back to my doctor and explain why I need another week off work and why, despite the fact that I may well need it, still refuse to take any medicine.

I did briefly speak to the co-ordinator as well. I'm not sure how much benefit I got from the conversation, but I can see that it was designed to reassure me. I was given a scripture to read - and knew at once what it was. It was the one Beth passed along two days ago. Jeremiah 29: 11-13. While at surface I understand what is being said when people direct me to this place, I can't help feeling there's a something else that I'm failing to get. I must be missing something in all this.