I was telling the hospital councillor about this when I saw her Yesterday, and she told me that the fatigue I was suffering, was not due to the side-effects of the Prozac, which I had believed, but the strain of all the recent anxiety I'd suffered. It may take a while, she said, for me to get my strength back. She suggested a number of ways I could improve my diet, which I've taken on board.
I feel very lucky to have got an appointment with her so quickly. I was only talking to the modern matron (who is a bloke) about this on Friday, and he rang me back, having arranged it for Monday afternoon. They apparently keep an afternoon slot available for emergency cases.
Am I an emergency case? It seems so. I still feel fragile.