Fountain in Wiesbaden

I managed out of the house.  I like this fountain adn I'm pretty sure I blipped way back near the start of my Blip.

If you're not interested in my QuietLittleBreakdown, you can stop reading now.

The Good News - I got into town under my own steam.  And back home again.

The Not So Good News - I've been signed off for the next 2 weeks as well.

I know that going into town and coming back doesn't sound like a Big Deal.  But sometimes, when you're ill as i am, loads of things take on the appearance of being Impossible.  Stupid things - like having to use the telephone or being asked what you're going to cook for dinner.  Or, an absolute personal nightmare for me, when someone asks me "if" something is going to happen.  I try to answer every question I get asked, and I try to answer them as fully as I can.  At the moment I can't start with an "if" question.  I have no way to filter the billions of possibilities that occur to me.  It is exhausting.

What I find also happens a lot is that when I can't understand, or indeed answer, a question, I am made to feel stupid.  And similarly when someone can't understand or answer my questions, I'm made to feel the fault lies with me.  That gets really stressful, really quickly.

That old cliché "There are no stupid questions, just stupid answers" appears to have been amended to "There are no stupid questions or answers, except when they come from Ausländer".

But, look, I got home, and I'm looking forward to destressing and going to sleep.