i am such a prat
Dec. 7th, 2005 12:31 amAbility to write coherent English, she is gone.
Edit: My headphones fell apart last night - the really decent ones I've had for 8 years, that Richard has soldered back together about a dozen times. They broke as I was walking down the road and I spent the whole afternoon holding them together so that Richard could mend them again when I got home. But then I had to get off the bus in Epsom and I panicked and pulled them through my hair even though I knew they were broken, and the cover fell off the broken earpiece, and disappeared somewhere on the dirty floor of the bus, so now they can't be mended. And the only way I can face leaving the house is with really loud strengthening music blasting into my ears to drown out all the noise in my head :/
I can't believe how upset I am about a pair of fucking headphones. You know that's not really what I'm upset about at all, but it seems easier to be upset about them than upset about the post-traumatic stress and the fact it's nearly Christmas and I've got this fucking letter to deal with and I don't know how. Tomorrow I need to find the strength to wake up in the morning and ring the secretary at the doctors' surgery and ask when my GP is in again and say I REALLY need to talk to him, and I don't know how I can do that, and no one else can do it for me because of patient confidentiality.
Edit: My headphones fell apart last night - the really decent ones I've had for 8 years, that Richard has soldered back together about a dozen times. They broke as I was walking down the road and I spent the whole afternoon holding them together so that Richard could mend them again when I got home. But then I had to get off the bus in Epsom and I panicked and pulled them through my hair even though I knew they were broken, and the cover fell off the broken earpiece, and disappeared somewhere on the dirty floor of the bus, so now they can't be mended. And the only way I can face leaving the house is with really loud strengthening music blasting into my ears to drown out all the noise in my head :/
I can't believe how upset I am about a pair of fucking headphones. You know that's not really what I'm upset about at all, but it seems easier to be upset about them than upset about the post-traumatic stress and the fact it's nearly Christmas and I've got this fucking letter to deal with and I don't know how. Tomorrow I need to find the strength to wake up in the morning and ring the secretary at the doctors' surgery and ask when my GP is in again and say I REALLY need to talk to him, and I don't know how I can do that, and no one else can do it for me because of patient confidentiality.
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Date: 2005-12-07 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 09:51 pm (UTC)Going to try to get into town tomorrow and get some - right now, any pair that work will do. Did you say you were going to be around London this weekend?
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Date: 2005-12-08 09:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 03:09 pm (UTC)Don't be so sure about that. If you are in such a state that you can't cope with organising doctor stuff on your own (and in your case your GP is at least reasonably aware of the state you are in) it is entirely in order for someone close to you to help you out and make appointments for you. I did this for my son when he was at uni and couldn't organise himself. It took some convincing the university medical centre that I could do it, but I bolstered myself with advice and support from NHS Direct who insisted that as his next of kin I was perfectly entitled to intervene and they had to let me. So if Richard or Alexa or someone else who is closely enough connected to you can help, the GP/health centre should be able to let them. It does help, of course, if you can give your consent in some way, maybe by writing something if speaking to people is too difficult. ::hugs::