Whine

[avevale_intelligencer]

I have an appointment at the Chronic Fatigue Unit in Bath. I can drive in or take the train. (This is not the RUH, where you can use a local hopper service if you know two days in advance.) If I take the train, I have to walk to the station and from there to the hospital. if I drive, I have to find somewhere in Bath to park (in December: I believe the phrase is "yeah, right" with optional "sh'") and *then* walk to the hospital. Did I mention I'm chronically fatigued?

I think it's a cunning trap, like the one where they put hospitals and surgeries and such at the top of hills. "You made it here, then? Ah, obviously nothing wrong with you. Clear off and stop wasting our time."

Whine. Whine whine whinge grumble moan. Ignore me, I'm not feeling too clever today.

EDIT: I took the train, Bath was heaving, but I got there on time and collapsed all over the reception desk. The psychologist talked to me for a while, concluded that, as the physician had said, I probably have CF *and* depression, and is going to refer me for one-hour weekly counselling sessions at the said RUH, to address the latter. We don't have a very good history with counselling (and how does that make you feel?) but I'll give it a fair shake and see how it goes. To be fair, he didn't hold out any hope that it would make me feel better, but if it means I can hold down a day job again that'll be something. The Christmas market over by the Abbey was interesting. I'll have to go back when I have more time. And more energy.

Still--another couple of thousand words over the weekend. I must be doing something, right? (I'm sorry, I'll read that again.) I must be doing something right. (That's better.)

Comments

[dickgloucester.livejournal.com]

*big hugs*

What are you writing, and where can I find it to read it (always assuming I get any time that coincides with energy)?

*more hugs*

[dickgloucester.livejournal.com]

P.S. If you want to read about absurdity in the NHS, then this blog (http://childhoodall.blogspot.com/) is a good place to look. The writer's little girl is being treated for leukaemia in Manchester; it's all something of an adventure, considering they live in Africa....

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

You can't find the NaNoHoLoIFuWeTa thing anywhere yet, but as I said, I may start posting bits later on.

There are older bits and bobs on my severely unupdated website here (http://www.nyrond.co.uk), if you're interested, and a couple of stories serialised in this very journal. If I can find the first posts I'll link them.

[aunty_marion]

Personally, under those circumstances, I'd take the train. If you get knackered walking to the station, you can doze and rest on the train; if you then arrive at the hospital knackered, they can see what the walk has cost you; you can doze on the train again on the way back (just make sure you get off at the right stop!); and of course you can collapse completely when you get home.

If you take the car, you've got to be alert enough to drive both ways.

Good luck, anyway!

[hurdle1gal.livejournal.com]

She makes sense. Hopefully, you're not too deep of a sleeper.

[occams_pyramid]

Unfortunately the consultants who set this system up never noticed the problem, as they naturally assumed that everyone would just have their chauffeur drop them off right at the door.