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It figures, really. Because yesterday I had to get up early to do stuff, my body clock now thinks that we're going to be getting up early every day, and so wakes me at 7am accordingly.
Still, I decided to be productive with my unexpected early rising, and so got an early-morning doctor's appointment. I needed a letter from them saying "Yes, she's ill, this is what she's got (probably - we change our minds abou this regularly) and she can't work because of it". Or words to that effect. While I was there I also brought up the problem I've been having over the past few weeks, where just about everything I eat - bar cereal - has been making me ill, almost to the point of vomiting. Got a perscription for some new anti-nausea drugs there, but the doctor told me he suspects it could also be the switch I've done from Effexor capsules to tablets recently.
As for the doctor I saw... well, it wasn't the evil doctor, which is always a plus (although I've got ammo against him now, as the psychiatrist I saw has said point-blank that CFS is a physical condition and that she can't treat it, and that if he continues to disagree with that then he'll have to do a full battery of tests or she'll complain on my behalf). It was the quiet doctor. He's a perfectly nice guy, but he barely speaks to you while you're there. And when he does he's practically whispering. He asks a question, and then there's silence for several minutes while he looks something up in a book, or writes a perscription or letter for you. Then he asks another question, and the cycle repeats itself. On the plus side, this gives me plenty of time to read my medical notes on the computer screen (because I'm really unwilling to pay £10 for the privilege of getting a printed-out copy), but at the same time it really unnerves me. The silence of doctors' surgeries has always worried me, for some reason (going all the way back to when I was four or five and I used to go to the doctor's with my mother, where the waiting room was small, cramped, full of old ladies whispering to one another, and the only other noises would be the sounds of feet on the linolium floor and the buzzer that sounded whenever someone was called to the doctor's, which always made everyone jump), but at least it usually stayed in the waiting room.
(Ironically, the waiting room was rather noisy today, because they've got builders in fixing up one of the doors there. So much banging, drilling and that peculiar sawdust smell abounded.)
So, unexpected missions accomplished, I am now going back to bed.
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One other thing though: Why is Jerry Springer no longer hosting the morning talk show? And who's this 'Jeremy Kyle' guy? I want my daily dose of Springer, dammit!
Still, I decided to be productive with my unexpected early rising, and so got an early-morning doctor's appointment. I needed a letter from them saying "Yes, she's ill, this is what she's got (probably - we change our minds abou this regularly) and she can't work because of it". Or words to that effect. While I was there I also brought up the problem I've been having over the past few weeks, where just about everything I eat - bar cereal - has been making me ill, almost to the point of vomiting. Got a perscription for some new anti-nausea drugs there, but the doctor told me he suspects it could also be the switch I've done from Effexor capsules to tablets recently.
As for the doctor I saw... well, it wasn't the evil doctor, which is always a plus (although I've got ammo against him now, as the psychiatrist I saw has said point-blank that CFS is a physical condition and that she can't treat it, and that if he continues to disagree with that then he'll have to do a full battery of tests or she'll complain on my behalf). It was the quiet doctor. He's a perfectly nice guy, but he barely speaks to you while you're there. And when he does he's practically whispering. He asks a question, and then there's silence for several minutes while he looks something up in a book, or writes a perscription or letter for you. Then he asks another question, and the cycle repeats itself. On the plus side, this gives me plenty of time to read my medical notes on the computer screen (because I'm really unwilling to pay £10 for the privilege of getting a printed-out copy), but at the same time it really unnerves me. The silence of doctors' surgeries has always worried me, for some reason (going all the way back to when I was four or five and I used to go to the doctor's with my mother, where the waiting room was small, cramped, full of old ladies whispering to one another, and the only other noises would be the sounds of feet on the linolium floor and the buzzer that sounded whenever someone was called to the doctor's, which always made everyone jump), but at least it usually stayed in the waiting room.
(Ironically, the waiting room was rather noisy today, because they've got builders in fixing up one of the doors there. So much banging, drilling and that peculiar sawdust smell abounded.)
So, unexpected missions accomplished, I am now going back to bed.
***
One other thing though: Why is Jerry Springer no longer hosting the morning talk show? And who's this 'Jeremy Kyle' guy? I want my daily dose of Springer, dammit!