This seems like a merry go round for me. I am currently going through a rough patch with my health and my anxiety level is at maximum. I was in tears with my GP yesterday, and for a 63 year old bloke that is not a good look. But she was reassuring and I have started on the latest journey to find out what are the steps forward to get past this set back. I have chronic lung issues, no cure just management, and I have a deep seated fear that my life is coming to a premature end. In reality I don't know how long I have left, it could be longer than I am convinced it will be. I feel quite emotionally fragile, and it drives my wife spare, so I try to suppress it as best I can. I do have an outlet away from home, I do some community radio, but as with everyone else I am locked in more often during the pandemic. This post is just a vent for my frustrations, as I am resigned to my ongoing health issues and the decline of my quality of life. But, it scares the hell out of me.