I hate Mondays!
Alfie's back at the vets tomorrow, and the back of his neck has still not cleared up :( . It's looking all icky tonight (been out/asleep all day, and Alfie has been asleep too), which was kind of shocking since yesterday evening he looked okay. He's a bit skinny too (or perhaps it's just compared to fat rats!), which is worrying, even though he's drinking and pooping like normal and seems to be eating okay. He's currently sitting in my hood and chewing my hair!! I take that back, he's now walking across the keyboard and saying hi!
I had my initial assessment with the new mental health team. Being out of the system/not being involved in the system changeover because everything thinks you'll be okay is really crappy. I spent an hour and a quarter in the "quiet room" of the new Walk-In Centre (which for the record looks very posh, new (which is it) and there were even a couple of free parking spaces outside *shock*) being quizzed about every single aspect of my life, history etc, except for the one thing I have always been asked which is "do you have a boy or er girl friend?". Nothing about sexual history either, which is usually normal. (And embarrassing when you go, er, I'm a virgin!). However, I did get asked about my birth! WTF?! "How was your birth?" "Er, fine, I think; I really don't remember strangely enough, and have never been told it wasn't normal, or a c-section or anything." WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY MENTAL HEALTH?!
And the outcome of all this... a letter in a week to 10 days!! So I've waited four weeks for this appointment, been through hell to even get there (and as I told the women, someone took time off work to come with me), and now I have to wait for a flipping letter! I know from the last time that their referral meetings are on Mondays so I won't get a letter until at least the 20th, most likely not even 'til after Christmas with the Christmas post and everything. The social worker woman I spoke to was really lovely and actually intelligent for once. I was glad to have someone that understood me at least, as most of the people who have done assessments on me in the past have been useless.
Oh and it looks like Biskit won't be coming to stay with me at Christmas. I was trying to get my Mum to bring her up because she's sick and may have to be put down soon. I've got my fingers crossed for the steriod treatment helping, but unless the vet says anything different on Wednesday then it looks like she may have to be put down after Christmas/New Year. :(
I had my initial assessment with the new mental health team. Being out of the system/not being involved in the system changeover because everything thinks you'll be okay is really crappy. I spent an hour and a quarter in the "quiet room" of the new Walk-In Centre (which for the record looks very posh, new (which is it) and there were even a couple of free parking spaces outside *shock*) being quizzed about every single aspect of my life, history etc, except for the one thing I have always been asked which is "do you have a boy or er girl friend?". Nothing about sexual history either, which is usually normal. (And embarrassing when you go, er, I'm a virgin!). However, I did get asked about my birth! WTF?! "How was your birth?" "Er, fine, I think; I really don't remember strangely enough, and have never been told it wasn't normal, or a c-section or anything." WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY MENTAL HEALTH?!
And the outcome of all this... a letter in a week to 10 days!! So I've waited four weeks for this appointment, been through hell to even get there (and as I told the women, someone took time off work to come with me), and now I have to wait for a flipping letter! I know from the last time that their referral meetings are on Mondays so I won't get a letter until at least the 20th, most likely not even 'til after Christmas with the Christmas post and everything. The social worker woman I spoke to was really lovely and actually intelligent for once. I was glad to have someone that understood me at least, as most of the people who have done assessments on me in the past have been useless.
Oh and it looks like Biskit won't be coming to stay with me at Christmas. I was trying to get my Mum to bring her up because she's sick and may have to be put down soon. I've got my fingers crossed for the steriod treatment helping, but unless the vet says anything different on Wednesday then it looks like she may have to be put down after Christmas/New Year. :(