I hate moaning, but I've had a pretty bad time of it lately. This my third week off on the sick as my depression has returned. Doc has changed my anti-depressants and I am feeling better emotionally, but still feeling really fed up. Went back to docs this morning for meds check and talked generally about the fibro. I asked to be re-referred to rheumatologist, but was told by doc that there was no point as I already had my diagnosis and there was nothing more they would be able to do. Fibro is something to be managed not cured. Now I am well aware of the the fact that it is not curable, but I did not want to hear this again today. It's a constant struggle day in day out. I have another week to run on my sick note, but don't know if I'll return to work after that or extend my note for longer which my doc was quite happy to do. The only thing he could suggest this morning was counselling. He didn't offer it as such, just asked if I'd considered it. I don't particularly feel like talking at the moment, I do however feel like screaming. My family have been wonderful as usual, my husband especially and I'm very, very lucky to have their love and support. I'm going to a family christening on Sunday which I'm looking forward to as I'll get to see some family I haven't seen for ages. I know they'll lift my spirits as we always have a lovely time together, but when I rang to accept the invitation and to confirm that we would be attending, our acceptance was on the proviso that I may not be able to make it all on the day depending on how I'm feeling, or we may only make it to part of the day or may have to leave early if we do make it. Wouldn't it be nice to just accept an invitation to a function without having to give all these provisos. Luckily they understand. Anyway, enough moaning from me. I hope you are all good (although I can see from posts that you are not). Gentle soft, warm hugs to you all.