I went to bed on Friday afternoon and have spent much of the time since sleeping. I was really taken aback at the pirate fucking me about again and still a bit shell shocked by his kick in the arse farewell. We had a family get together on Saturday night which I managed to attend and play the clown at. Other than that I've felt very distant and detached. My brain feels toxic and a bit bewildered.Well today was D-Day... the day I got to meet Dr X, my new shrink. My wife is on holiday this week so she came along with me. We arrived at the health centre just in time to meet an elderly, breathless man cursing and wheezing as he shuffled out, telling us in gasps how he had waited for 45 minutes and could wait no longer. I heard him give a similar spiel to the cold, robotic receptionists. They...
Last night we booked a holiday to Spain. We did it on the cheap through holiday hypermarket and I expected a full package holiday from one operator to pop out at the end. Much to my horror it's a few sets of printouts from your PC, just dodgy amateur looking vouchers for different flights, hotel and taxi transfers. I am really worked up about it all going pear-shaped and us being stranded far from home. I don't really like going on holiday but I know how much Mrs Mo does and by God she deserves it.Still never heard from the team about Dr X. Today was my 11am appointment with the pirate. Here is the evidence in his own handwriting...The pirate strolled out of his consulting room just after 11am. I was about to stand up when he called someone elses name and walked over to greet them. He...
All week I had been nervously anticipating my appointment with the new shrink and today was the the day. It took me longer than usual to walk the 2 miles to the surgery as I had to stop briefly due to sweating and palpitations.A couple of puffs of GTN and I was back rushing on my way. I arrived just in time for my 11:30. I don't know why I bothered, doctors are never on time and as per usual I had loads of time to count the carpet tiles and inspect the plants. Despite their lack of people skills, you have to hand it to the staff in health centres, they sure know how to look after plants.Eventually the pirate glides into view and stands grinning over me. We exchange greetings and I am led into the black pig. He asks if I mind a medical colleague sitting in with us, I have no problems with...
My wife and I both had appointments to see Portillo this morning. Hers was an hour before me, to review her Citalopram. While she was chatting to the doc there was a knock on the door and much to her surprise.... in walked the pirate!!!!The three of them then had a mini case conference about me. My wife and Portillo outlined how I had been over the past ten months and the pirate outlined his plan to start me on Quetiapine. The Quetiapine will start today in incremented doses with a view to stopping the Depakote which has not been effective in stabilising my mood. The pirate will be sending me an appointment to see him and Dr X next Friday. My missus explained all this to me when she got home. How quaint and olde worlde... not involving the patient in the care planning process.So an hour...
My wife has made me an appointment to see Dr Portillo tomorrow to find out what is happening. I've now been waiting six weeks to see the shrink. He assured me I'd be seen within four weeks. I have no doubt he will fuck me about and spin things around and tell me it is my fault. When I asked him why the pirate had not seen me since last September he brushed it off saying it was very easy for people to slip through the net. No hint of an apology, no acceptance of blame or responsibility. Imagine how things would be if the roles were reversed and I failed to attend appointments, I'd be confronted about my non-compliance and threatened with withdrawal of services.I'll find out tomorrow how he...
I'm still waiting.On the 19th of June, Dr Portillo assured me the new shrink would see me within 4 weeks. He asked me to make a follow up appointment with him in a month to ensure I had been seen, I didn't. Once again I'm feeling like the doctors are screwing me about. It's now over 5 weeks and no appointment. I know the government have targets for medical consultations, do these targets not apply to loonies? I'm now swithering about phoning up and telling them to fuck off.Mrs Mo has been on holiday for the week but we didn't want to go away in case an appointment arrived. If I'm perfectly honest, I wouldn't want to go away for a week anyway. We did manage a night away in Perth. Now that my wife's ankle is healing we managed a bit of walking and I took some pictures.I'd like to write...
I woke this morning to hear the phone ringing. No problem, I don't answer the phone, the answer machine will kick in after 5 rings and take care of it. The phone continues to ring... eh? Eventually it stops but then I hear it starting again. Shit, it's my mobile, only my family have that number. I dash downstairs and grab my mobile... "hello?".Surprise surprise! "It's the midshipman from the Black Pearl here"......well almost... "It's the secretary from the CMHT" to tell me that my 4 o'clock appointment has been cancelled. The lady sounds really nice and warm, not the usual dreary robotic voice from Little Britain saying "computer says no"...Anyway the nice lady tells me that the pirate is off sick and they will schedule an appointment for another time. This is not good. Unlike us workshy...
