I got older.
I got a bunch more information from my GP, including all the referral and discharge notes from the specialists and the fairly shitty follow-up I was getting was in fact slightly more than what I was 'supposed' to be getting according to the letters. So the dropped ball seems to be a choice of the health system as a whole rather than any slackness on the part of my doctor's office.
So sucks to be me.
And my diabetes is worse than usual because I have been eating more sensibly and doing a bit more exercise, which of course means my body responds as if the opposite. Because my body. And this is just how it rolls.
Otherwise, I have not been doing a lot. I am run down and feel busy, but don't seem to have been doing anything to justify any of that.
And now I have Christmas to deal with. I hate Christmas.
Though at least now that I have much therapy under my belt I understand my hatred of Christmas is really more about my family's behaviour around Christmas and not really about some greater thing to do with the season.
On the topic of therapy, my therapist was a little worried I may have had a brief dissociative episode during session - so moved from framing silences as awkwardly as possible to bait me into talking about things to now handling me fairly kid-gloves-ish. Which made the last session much easier going than usual, but has left me a bit more concerned about my general level of crazy.
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