I saw my afore mentioned new/old GP and she didn’t let me down. I’m writing this while I am on top of the world because I know my blog is heavy on the “woe is me” vibe these days. She could have looked at my notes, sighed and ushered in the time waster with the aim of getting rid of me as quickly as possible. But no, she didn’t. She has obviously had a busy morning as she was running twenty minutes late, but she still treated me like a human being who is having a hard time. She seemed genuinely upset for me that I’d been treated so badly. She was utterly baffled by the DWP’s decision. She really, really wants to help improve my quality of life.
I cried. I cried like a baby (especially once I got home) and told her that her kindness was appreciated more than she knows… Then I rammed my wheelchair into her consultation chair because I am a fucking liability. Nice one.
She’s going to write to the DWP and politely suggest they take a long, hard look at themselves… as well as looking again at my case because it’s RIDICULOUS. She is getting me back again in two weeks for another double appointment. In the mean time she is going to look into EDS/hypermobility, refer to me a geneticist as my consultant rheumatologist isn’t exactly interested in helping me as I don’t have arthritis (his area of interest) – and look more into contraception/pill options with a view to stabilising my hormones and generally try and think of ways to help me because that’s what we all need, a little help.
I have to call a number about some over the phone CBT, because talking to someone can’t hurt. I am seeing a great guy this afternoon for help appealing the DWP’s stupid decision. Annnnnd I have antibiotics for the raging ear infection I didn’t really realise I had. Apparently my kind of sore, super blocked feeling ear is actually filled with gunge and looks kind of disgusting – so much so that she wanted to give me steroid cream on top of the antibiotics. Whoops. I guess that says something about my pain threshold these days! I politely passed on the steroids as the similar nasal spray I was prescribed has consumed the skin inside my nose and it now needs cauterised, I’d rather avoid a similar fate for my ear – though I wonder if I’d be taken more seriously if I had blood dripping from my nose and ears.
I can’t explain just how much of a weight has been lifted. She is lovely. She works so hard and really cares about human beings. She better not be planning on adding to her family anytime soon!