Well, I didn't get the job but I'm not too disappointed. As I said in an earlier journal entry, I don't think I was completely suited for the job. The next day I had an appointment with the neurologist. She asked me how things had been and I said that I've been very well on the epilepsy front. Between us we decided to leave things unchanged and that I'd only go back should the need arise. I had the option of a six-monthly appoinment but I'd missed one in the past and didn't want to risk missing another one. I visited my parent again over the weekend and things seem generally ok. Dad and I went out for the afternoon and had quite a good chat with each other. On the more negative front, I keep reading all these hints-and-tips for interview techniques and the more I read, the more daunting things seem. I really had to fight the urge to SI again this evening but I managed to resist. It's been seventeen months since I was made redundant and I can't help feeling a bit anxious now. With the voluntary work and studying, it feels as though I already work part-time. I just wish I had the salary to go with it.