Following my "trip on the train" last night, and feeling uncharacteristically sleepy this morning, my energy level dropped low this afternoon. That novel-revising (I'm so near the end) I planned, the two brilliant post I've written in my head - they didn't happen. I felt apathetic and vaguely ill... all because I'm going to the hospital tomorrow.
It's just an outpatient appointment - my first down in Brighton. I was hoping it was going be to put me on the waiting list for an umbilical hernia operation (which I was due to have in London when they dumped me off the list). But no - it's not a surgical but a medical appointment. GPs apparently can't specify surgery.
And so, once more, I am going to be questioned and patronised about by diet and lifetstyle - and, if I am not careful about my acupuncture and alternative medical approaches to my digestive problems.
Over the years, I have been questioned by too many condedescending idiots in white coats who never solve the problem but sneer at those who try to. For the record, my digestion is far, far better since I began to see my Russian acupuncturist, and my blood pressure down. Conventional doctors haven't a clue what to do.
Yes, I still look pregnant - but as I don't smoke, drink, or eat red meat for that matter. I exercise, etc etc. So why should I waste my time being lectured by arsewits who want to put probes up and down me, as they have so often before? And when the probes show (unless things have changed in 18 months) there is no cancer they will lose interest.
Why? Because I need the unmbilical hernia operation.
Anyway, raging here about it has made me feel a lot better.
