So today was like my third (?) appointment with said 'awful mean bad dr' I remember my first appointment with him little over a year ago where he straight up told me "You don't look anorexic" Yep he went there.
Well today I saw him again to my delight he didn't recognise me. I arrived and took up a pew in the far left hand corner of the room where i had full sight of the surgery, at 10.45 after buying a lemon for lunch (Well to go in lunch; a curry) and getting my scripts filled. 15 minutes to kill. I looked around the room aimlessly straining my eyes trying to read the tiny pamphlets taped to the wall to no avail. My anxiety was growing as every minute passed that he was late... he ended up being 30 minutes late!
He called my name and i followed him down the narrow and short passageway to the first room on the left. I sat down. He sat down. "How can i help you" "I need a referral to a psychologist please" "Whats the problem" "I *breath deep* have anorexia" "Do you throw up after you eat?" "No" "Well you don't have anorexia then do you" "Umm yes I do your talking about bulimia" "Well what is it you do then?" "I'm a restrictor" "A what?" "I limit my food intake" "Ok"
So after that dialogue he proceeded to dial someones number who I'm not sure someone he knew that might know a specialist. No answer. Just my luck. "Come back at two please" damn bugger damn. I knew before this appointment i should of medicated up to ease the anxiety.
So home again home again jiggity jig. And medicate up I did! We had lunch which went surprisingly well thats what meds can do for you i suppose what a magical wonder of the world. How grateful to medical science I am. Then as I had taken four times my prescribed amount i fell asleep. 40 minutes later my gran woke me I felt ubber tired after this it felt like i had only just drifted off.
2 o'clock came and went so did 2.15, 2.20, 2.30, 2.40 and 2.45. "Rebecca" My turn... again. Off I went I sat in the chair like i had the first time. And he in his like he had the first time and so many times before. "I just found out the name" he proceeded to do a mental health plan which took him near on 20-30 minutes to complete. He had a name (Alice). He told me to ring her when i got home and arrange an appointment.
One last question since i had my scripts filled in the morning (to save me having to visit him again any time soon) "Could you please write me a script for seroquel?" "Sure, what strength" "25mg but i take up to 100mg even though I'm only prescribed 50mg a day" "Ok, I will prescribe it for 50mg twice daily" yet again he encountered yet another problem some computer glitch *rings someone* "Ok i can only prescribe for 60mg so I will prescribe 100mg" Yep I got my meds increased by 4 times the amount just by being honest! (because that's what i take anyway and nothing will change that except now I'm likely to take more then prescribed, I have a tendency to do so when life gets unberable) Although I didn't expect that outcome in the slightest. It was as if he was handing out candy to a child that's how easy it was to get him to chnage my prescription i thought he might give me a lecture not change it...Magic to my ears a prescribed dose that will actually be beneficial.
Needless to say the seroquel i had on board before the second appt made it more bearable then the first time. Lesson learnt.
I got home and anxiously called Alice she said she would call me back this afternoon what didn't occur to me beforehand was that she might be private. My grandpa thinks she is. at $100+ a pop I think i need a new referral. Damn looks like i have to see the "Awful mean bad dr" Again -.-
Oh and to top off the day I had homework to do; an english language competency test. It was 25 minutes timed and 42 questions. I answered 32 and got 21 right. So over half what i answered and just on half of the combined total. Congrats me. Bring on Tuesday, it will be a long day (1pm-7.30pm) but I'm keen to actually learn something of slight relevance to my course.
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