17/03/2026
As you may know, my partner has been waiting for surgery.
It should have happened yesterday but was cancelled last minute. Rebooked for Wednesday… and then a message this morning to say it’s happening this afternoon.
Cue panic. Anxiety. That horrible can’t-move feeling… followed by me tearing round the house like a whirling dervish.
Harry Styles is currently blasting in the background – this album is now firmly tied to this whole period whether I like it or not.
Music usually helps, but I could feel everything building. And then I had a bit of a “practice what you preach” moment 🤦🏼♀️
I’d already worked one hand, then thought I’d film the other so you can see what I do when I’m anxious, overwhelmed, and hanging on by a thread.
Solar Plexus. Diaphragm. Adrenals.
Inhale on the push, exhale on the release (ignore the dodgy breathing).
The knot in my chest is still there… but the alka seltzer fizz has calmed down, and I’m no longer spinning round the house.
I’ll keep coming back to this through the day.
Just waiting for my lift to the hospital now.
Third times the charm 🤞