Good Grief 287

The week had been another long one. I was shattered and have wondered if I'm going low on iron again. It's so hard to tell what's what with a mix of not great sleep, emotional exhaustion and menopausal stuff. Meeting with my friend after work midweek for a drink and her comment on how tired I seemed, I decided to ring the docs yesterday. My gp called me back, thought my iron should be okay since my last test was alright and talked about HRT or other meds. I ended up agreeing to a prescription.

Today I resolved to try not to get in the same pickle as I did last Saturday and went for a decent walk. I thought about the doc's call and felt unsure about what felt like a rather random prescription. I felt a lack of care to be honest. It made me realise how very off putting it would be for those with emotional and mental health problems. I found it difficult to describe how I was and felt tearful. Of course, she saw none of that and didn't pick it up and I quickly just wanted to finish the call with a speedy way out and just agreed to something that didn't feel great. It made me think about contacting our lead as we are considering moving away from self referrals and I think that could be detrimental to access. I regretted ringing up. It felt like a waste of time and a closing down. Unheard. All too familiar. And, of course, potential for increased feelings of withdrawal and isolation. At least I can see it. Some people may not be well enough to.

Anyway, I set off and had a lovely walk. Hopefully a bit more movement will help, I thought I was going to seize up on Friday.