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Jun 30, 2007 10:40

I got a few pieces of snailmail today. Yes, one is a bill, the Water one finally. 133.xx, but Direct Debitable to pay monthly so I'll have to sort that out. That requires a phone call, so humbug, we'll see.

Another was simply the latest bank statement, but that at least reconfirms the bank does have my correct address.

The last one is an appointment letter to see a consultant psychiatrist at Frimley Park Hospital on the 23rd July at 9 fricking 15 fucking am. This will entail me being up and ready to get out of the flat around 07:30, so as to get to Fleet station in time to get a train to get me to Farnborough station for around 08:30, so as to catch a buss to get me in the area of the hospital around 9ish, to give sufficient time to find the correct part of the hospital. Grrr. I'm tempted to phone on Monday and ask for a later-in-the-day appointment. I'll certainly be asking for afternoon appointments in future.

The bright side to this is some progress at last, and as these things go that's actually not that long a wait, especially the letter->appointment time. This may bode well for getting regular tightly-spaced appointments to actually get treated.

money, doctors, anxiety

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