Yep totally this. We have a medicine box a kitchen cupboard and I’m already thinking about wtf we do with it when the baby comes and she won’t even be able to
bleeping walk much less pop pills?
I’m finding this woe is me catastrophising and feeling sorry for herself with every ailment going super draining & tbh boring. Fancy all this carry on and not actually seeking any help, call 111 they literally screen you and refer you to the most appropriate place. She clearly has money for a private remote GP appt (£90 tops, which is 10% of one sideboard) if she’s crushed with guilt for burdening the NHS. She’s likely listed on Louisa’s private healthcare policy through work? You don’t get to sit on ur arse complaining if you’re not willing to do anything sorry