So, the visit I had today wasn’t very good. I think the only good thing to come out of it was that I was told that Dr Menon (complete and utter bitch) had left. Hearing that made me slightly happy. She was an awful Dr.

So, today Dr B informed me that he hadn’t yet made a referral to FCS – even though he said he would 2 (Yes 2) months ago. I couldn’t really do or say anything. I was way unhappy about it but just put on a smiling face and proceeded with the “that’s ok, don’t worry about it” responses. They will for sure be my downfall one day. My head was screaming that it wasn’t OK. This is only my life we are talking about. You should have made the referral 8 weeks ago. Oh well, what can you do. Getting angry at him will probably make him stall more.

So, we also talked about things over the last 4 weeks. They haven’t been the best by any means. Been pretty crappy actually. Stuff has happened, things have surfaced from my younger days. Ugh. It’s bloody awful.

He also said that he is going to try me on some different meds to see how my symptoms cope with that. He wants to see if we can tackle them from a different angle.

Luckily, I have a great support network around me. I have some good friends that understand me and understand where I am coming from.