We called the lovely GP this morning to make an appointment. I'm seeing her at 3:30 this afternoon. I'm a bundle of anxiety, and I have no idea what to say or expect. Mum seems to have a much better grip on "what's going on?" than I do anyway, so she'll likely do most of the talking.
The lovely GP has set aside an empty room for me instead of sitting in the busy waiting room, without even asking. I've only met her the once recently, and she definitely understands anxiety, but it seems like a lot of bother. I don't want to be a bother.
The dietician also told me this week that she's running a course one Tuesday in March. She said not to stress if the receptionists say she's not working, because she's coming in beforehand to see me anyway. I swear I've near-forgotten about all the bad GPs at my clinic.
As for the dietician on Tuesday, it was another week, another weigh-in. My weight dropped a bit again, though nothing spectacular to report. The dietician said I seemed more anxious than usual. Maybe. The past week I've fallen into a bit of a PTSD episode. February is never a good month.
Things have been strange for the last 7 weeks, and I feel more unstable each day. With the appointment later today, hopefully I'll get some form of clarity soon.
Thank you to everyone who's been reading and commenting - I'd be lost without you wonderful ladies. Sorry I've been less regular with commenting (and posting) lately.