kendo59
31-07-08, 13:14
Went to the doctors this morning. I usually have afternoon appointments, because I don't get off to sleep easily, and once I do fall asleep (usually around 4am) I then don't wake until noon (tried alarm clocks - I sleep through them).
Anyway, this week I had a 9:45 appointment, or so I thought. Made huge effort to wake early enough, took my meds & did some relaxation exercises to calm myself, then drove into town - so far so good.
No parking spaces left in the surgery car-park, all the last-minute emergency cases with no appointments have to be at the surgery for 9am and sit until they're called. So, 10 mins until my appointment, I'm sitting in the car with nowhere to park - feeling the panic/stress rising. Think calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean, slow deep breaths. Get in control.
Then someone comes walking along the street carrying full tesco carrier bags of shopping, gets into their car and drives off, leaving a space for me to pull into. What is it with these F*** morons who use the surgery carpark while they do their shopping??? A few moments of rage.... then get under control again. Relief. 5 mins before my appointment. Still a bit stressed/anxious/shaky, but bearable.
I report to the receptionist... no record of my appointment. WHAT?????
Can feel my blood pressure rocketing, heart starting to race & start hyperventilating. Must... Keep... My... Cool.... A dialogue ensues, with me gripping the counter so hard my knuckles are turning white... I repeat my name... The receptionist condescendingly asks "Are you sure it was for today"?
Hmmm... now I start to panic... Eh? what? I am sure it was for today... wasn't it? Suddenly I feel as if I'm losing my marbles.
The receptionist says there is nothing on the system for me but I can sit and wait for an emergency slot to become free if I want, but there is a waiting list of emergency cases before me. I look around the waiting room, full of about 50 people, the background murmur of their chatter suddenly seems deafening.. white noise... screaming tots, I can't think, can't breathe, my head is spinning.... gotta get out.
I shut my eyes and take a couple of deep breathes, get control of myself.
Speak through clenched teeth, trying to regulate my breathing and slow my heart-rate, and think what I'm saying. I never thought multi-tasking trying to think and breathe and speak at the same time, could be so difficult, I just want to get out of there.
I manage to arrange an appointment for next week, working out that I have enough meds to cover me until then, and it seems like a long walk until I'm outside in fresh air and I can breathe properly.
I sit in the car for a few mins, shaking, pulling myself together, slow my breathing down, get calm before driving home.
Get home - safe. Relax. I find the appointment slip - it was for today. So much for the doctors appointment booking system. Toy with the idea of phoning up to complain. Nah, what's the point, why get even more stressed? Just wait for next week.
Anyway, this week I had a 9:45 appointment, or so I thought. Made huge effort to wake early enough, took my meds & did some relaxation exercises to calm myself, then drove into town - so far so good.
No parking spaces left in the surgery car-park, all the last-minute emergency cases with no appointments have to be at the surgery for 9am and sit until they're called. So, 10 mins until my appointment, I'm sitting in the car with nowhere to park - feeling the panic/stress rising. Think calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean, slow deep breaths. Get in control.
Then someone comes walking along the street carrying full tesco carrier bags of shopping, gets into their car and drives off, leaving a space for me to pull into. What is it with these F*** morons who use the surgery carpark while they do their shopping??? A few moments of rage.... then get under control again. Relief. 5 mins before my appointment. Still a bit stressed/anxious/shaky, but bearable.
I report to the receptionist... no record of my appointment. WHAT?????
Can feel my blood pressure rocketing, heart starting to race & start hyperventilating. Must... Keep... My... Cool.... A dialogue ensues, with me gripping the counter so hard my knuckles are turning white... I repeat my name... The receptionist condescendingly asks "Are you sure it was for today"?
Hmmm... now I start to panic... Eh? what? I am sure it was for today... wasn't it? Suddenly I feel as if I'm losing my marbles.
The receptionist says there is nothing on the system for me but I can sit and wait for an emergency slot to become free if I want, but there is a waiting list of emergency cases before me. I look around the waiting room, full of about 50 people, the background murmur of their chatter suddenly seems deafening.. white noise... screaming tots, I can't think, can't breathe, my head is spinning.... gotta get out.
I shut my eyes and take a couple of deep breathes, get control of myself.
Speak through clenched teeth, trying to regulate my breathing and slow my heart-rate, and think what I'm saying. I never thought multi-tasking trying to think and breathe and speak at the same time, could be so difficult, I just want to get out of there.
I manage to arrange an appointment for next week, working out that I have enough meds to cover me until then, and it seems like a long walk until I'm outside in fresh air and I can breathe properly.
I sit in the car for a few mins, shaking, pulling myself together, slow my breathing down, get calm before driving home.
Get home - safe. Relax. I find the appointment slip - it was for today. So much for the doctors appointment booking system. Toy with the idea of phoning up to complain. Nah, what's the point, why get even more stressed? Just wait for next week.