I began to really panic about silly things like what to have for our evening meal and worry all day about it. I started not wanting to answer the phone, which for me was unheard of. Whenever Dominic did sleep in the day, I then would be running round like a scalded cat straightening the cushions and fanatically tidying up. I had to keep up appearances to prove I was coping. Meanwhile I felt the constant pressure as each sick note expired that I would have to go back to work soon. This terrified me but I began to chant to myself ‘You’ve got to go back to work, you’ve got to go back to work,’ as I manically did needless chores.
