Day 25
Day 25 will now be known as official melt down day. I went to the surgery for blood tests and an ECG as I’m on so many ‘fun drugs’ I need to be monitored. I had to go to another surgery to have the ECG to be told by a dragon of a receptionist that they couldn’t do it even though I’ve been booked in for weeks. I didn’t even get an apology. Where do they get these people, they sit on a desk in a doctors reception and they feel they have absorbed all those years of medical knowledge by just being in the same flippin building?!? She had absolutely no clue what she was talking about and was about as empathetic as a wet tea towel. Being told I should just pop to A&E if I think I really need it but I’ll be waiting a long time pushed me right over the edge – I cant pop anywhere!
So I had a melt down. It wasn’t so much her pretending to know what she was talking about, it was the clear lack of understanding that it had taken so much effort for me to get there. I have to say the nurse was really great, she said she could completely see my frustration and could have quite happily of joined in with me. Anyway, needless to say I spent the remainder of the day on the sofa.