Did I do the right thing?

I am a twitter user and last week I had a situation where I hope I did the right thing.
A user I follow posted a link to her blog which said that (amongst other things) that this was goodbye. Now being a mentalist I wasn't sure if she meant goodbye to blogging or whether she was not safe. I tweeted back that I was worried but didn't get a reply. Then another user tweeted he was also worried. Anyway, after tweets back and forth and the fact the tweeter has a daughter from the info I could gleen about her, both myself and another tweeter phoned a U.S police department to do a welfare check.
They did the welfare check and all was OK, but I felt an enormous sense of guilt afterwards - Did I do the right thing?
Was I interfering? Did I read too much into what had been posted? I know if I had the police turn up at my door I would probably be really pissed off, especially if I was suicidal.  I don't know, it felt like the right thing to do at the time, but afterwards I felt I had made a lot of fuss about nothing.
I was expecting this week to be relatively quiet at work but it has turned out to be majorly busy.  Technically my contract ran out last Saturday but Ski School aren't worried by that.  However, the office is totally disorganised.  I won't bore you with the details but I am pretty exhausted and today couldn't even lift my head up off the pillow.  I telephoned and lied, saying I was vomiting and had an upset stomach and that I really couldn't work.  My boss asked what they should do.  I held my temper and did not shout "I don't fucking know, you're the boss".  Later, they phoned me (repeatedly I might add) and asked if I was OK.  I said yes and then was told that if I am not in tomorrow then "we are in the shit".  So now I feel enormously pressurised and have also found out that not only do I have to do my job, but on top of that I have to teach as well, plus babysit a kid until 5pm.  So I will be working 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. without a break and then on to my other job which is half an hour at the end of the day closing up a shop.
I am totally drained.  I haven't even booked my flight back to the UK yet, or started packing.  I managed to clean my apartment yesterday and I have to say it looks cosy and back to how it should be.  I have ignored my ex boyfriend (I can't even cope with him at the moment) and told him I would see him tomorrow (in case he had any ideas about coming round here).  I can feel myself sliding a bit but have no time to go and speak to anyone, just to let off some steam and calm myself down.
I think I need some chocolate.

Hate this fucking rain.

As if it isn't bad enough that I didn't earn any money today because the sodding weather meant the pool was shut, it's also rained hard ALL DAY. I'm starting to take it personally. It's so bloody depressing. I walked over to where J works and thought "well OK, feeling low, get some exercise and let the endorphins kick in" so took deep breaths of the fresh mountain air. Had no effect whatsover, still raining and also cold (may be snow - usually an exciting prospect but only because I can go skiing, "may be" snow is just not good enough).

So was pissed off that I'm so crap I can't even motivate the endorphins to wake up and do something.

Anyway, also have the prospeact of J's mother staying with us for a week/month/who knows how long. Now I understand that he doesn't want her staying with his sister because she bullies her, but I just can't manage to be in any way enthusiastic about it and basically can't be bothered with it all.

Wish I was sat by the sea in my old life (when it was good the last time around), didn't seem to mind the rain then. Instead I'll look at the same sodding mountains (when the fog clears) and feel pissed off. Am also pissed off because got to move apartments again, making this the 28th time I have moved house in 34 years and to be honest, really getting tired of it. Plus you can't just leave an apartment here, oh no, we have to give three month's notice even though we don't have a bloody rental contract, which doesn't matter in Switz because verbal contracts just the same.

My rant is nearly over.

Actually, don't think it is.

So when I worked on Sunday at the pool some kids had broken in, drinking their voddy cokes (they left the plastic cups for me to clear up even though there's a bin) and probably went skinny dipping as there was a beach towel at the bottom of the pool. So I had to go in to get that plus the broken inflatable turtle that's for the kids. I'm not saying I've been perfect and never nicked anything, but it's usually been the traffic cone (hilarious.) or the odd ashtray. Oh, and a golf buggy once but I though they were a kind of free for all thing (apparently they weren't). Anway, the pool doesn't make any money and has to be used as some kind of listed building type thing, so when something like that is broken, it doesn't get replaced. Small town though, have found out who it was.

At least I have heard from my friend M who is such a sweetie and when I lived in the same village as him everyone thought we were having an affair (we weren't, his wife was hence we drowned or sorrows an awful lot). His kids are on facebook and so grown up now. Really wish I could go visit them.

Oh I don't know, everything getting on myy nerves at the moment, feeling a bit out of control and in one of my "raaaaargggghhh" moods. Which usually means I get drunk and make a complete tit of myself and do the stupid emailing everyone and not remembering a thing about it until I look at sent items the next day and cringe.

If only some of my old friends would contact me like they promised they would. Even my ex, at least I would have acknowledgement that he doesn't hate me. I miss him so much. Listening to music with J isn't the same.

Confused, tired, bored with life. What's the point. Surely there is more than this?

Why aren't the bloody meds working. Why don't they call them happy pills? They don't make you happy, just more indifferent to the world around you.