I saw my psychologist on Friday and to be honest I really wasn’t fit for it having had 1.5 hours sleep the night before. We spoke a bit about the sleep thing and he said to phone the consultant if things didn’t change just to ask his advice and to let him know what was going on. During the weekend my mood has kinda taken more than a little dip but still nothing serious (I didn’t think). So I phoned this morning about 11.30 and left a message asking if he would be able to phone me as my mood had dipped a little and I was having sleeping difficulties (basically what I’d been told to say.)
At 4pm there was still no phone call from him and I was starting to think that maybe the message had just not been passed on, which is more than fairly common for there. I then got a phone call from some Dr that I have never heard of and converstaion went somewhat like this:
Dr: So I understand you called earlier today and wanted to be seen sooner than your appointment (which is on 7th January)
Me: Well I did call but it wasn’t important
Dr: But I understand you wanted to be seen sooner and (The consultant) has asked me to see you.
Me: Oh right…but it wasn’t important. I didn’t think I needed to be seen
Dr: so when do you want to come and see me
Me: Uh…..I don’t know
Dr: So whens that
Me: I don’t know
Dr: How about Thursday? Or maybe Wednesday?
Me (still utterly confused as to why this phone call was taking place and trying to figure out who the hell she was)
Dr: OK, well how about Wednesday at 11.30
Me: OK where do I go, (usual place?)
Dr: Yes
Me: OK who do I ask for? What’s your name again?
Dr: Spells out name ( Must think I am really thick by this point – although I think it was an unusual Indian name so maybe she’s used to having to spell it)
Me: OK see you then.
Why did this phone call happen?…I only wanted to ask a quick question and specifically stated that I didn’t think it warranted an appointment. The only other thing I can think of is that maybe the psychologist has spoken to him about how crap I presented on Friday.
A 2 minute phone call was all it would have taken and now I have to drag my ass all the way up to the hospital to see someone I have never met- who I guess is bitch registrars replacement…bodes well. See her and have to relive my life history for about the 3rd time this month and try to convince her that I am, in fact not completely thick. Then hang around for a couple of hours to see the psychologist whom I am now slightly annoyed at as he said it would just be a quick phone call. I am totally going to end up wasting their time.
My head is fuzzy as hell. It might be something to do with the fact I have spent the whole day hiding under the duvet pretending that both the world and I do not exist. The world and I are not exactly on speaking terms right now.
I thought maybe I was overreacting anyway and now they have leapt of the deep end. I am a bit scared now about what they will suggest from here. I don’t like uncertainty and I don’t like change, having a new doctor on the scene at the moment is not going to help, especially as I can’t even speak to the people who know me well and I trust about how I am feeling.
GP is never going to sign me back on as fit for uni on Friday, especially not now. Shit.
