More weirdness. I was cycling into town yesterday and I realised that I hadn't been upset all week. And not only had I not been upset but I haven't even thought about crying.

In fact, I've had a really good week. It's definitely been helped by the sun but then I've also been in the right frame of mind to enjoy it. There's nothing worse (although there probably is but it's definitely one of the worst things) than if you're depressed and it's a gorgeous sunny day but you can't appreciate it. Not only can't you appreciate it but it makes you feel worse because you start to hate the sun and wish it would go away because you know it should be making you feel better and it's not.

I went to the hospital this week and although they didn't seem to have any record of my appointment, it was the best appointment I've had in ages. The doctor was brilliant and really enthusiastic about me going to Australia and totally convinced I was doing the right thing. I had an x-ray of my stomach and we now have a stomach plan which mostly consists of me drinking lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of water. My stomach was bad before I went to Italy but Idefinitely didn't drink enough to counteract the dehydration caused by flying. And when I got there, while I tried to drink a lot, I didn't drink nearly as much as I should have done. The doctor said I should drink at least an extra two pints a day in Australia, if it's hot. Eek. And just said for me to take as much meds as I need which is cool because I love self medicating.

I also went to see my GP and thanked her for putting me in touch with the FLASH clinic which was how I got to see my therapist. She was brilliant as well and gave me lots of extra antibiotics in case I get a chest infection while I'm out there, so now my rucksack is going to be even more chock-a-block. She was so lovely and said she'd travelled by train across Australia and it was amazing.

In fact, everyone in Leeds has been so lovely and it's making me feel really good. When I left London and other places/houses in the past I've left hating them and just wanted to get away. Now in Leeds, I'm feeling like I have got friends here and I'm not running away and could even come back. Hurrah!

Even the people from the groups I'm involved in like Leeds Stop Climate Chaos have been really positive about me going to Australia. I was really embarrassed at first and thought they'd think I was a hypocrite but they didn't give me a hard time at all. I just said I wanted to get away and see my friend, that my contract has ended and I'd split up with my boyfriend and so it was a perfect opportunity. They understood. I didn't tell them that my sanity depends on it. They don't know that side of me.

I don't want to be one of those travellers who spends all their time in Internet cafes but then I do want people at home to know what's happening and it's a good way of recording what I've been doing. This means that I'll have to tell people my blog address who don't know the craziness of me. I hope they won't delve into the archives and be put off.