finally made the appointment

I booked a GP appointment last Tuesday. I had been putting it off since around January, partly because work has been relentless and partly because I could not work out how to describe what was wrong without it sounding like a list of unrelated complaints. I ended up writing things down the night before. Sleep disruption, cycle changes, mood that I would describe as brittle rather than low, and a level of fatigue that does not match how much I am sleeping. I also wrote down that my running has dropped off, which matters to me and which I would not have mentioned out loud without the note to remind me it was relevant. The appointment was fifteen minutes. She did not dismiss anything. She ordered bloods and said to come back in three weeks. I do not know yet what I want to do with whatever the results say. I left feeling neither relieved nor resolved, just slightly less like I was carrying it alone. My commute home was the same as always. I noticed I was less tense than I had been going in.