The Ten Minute Rule & other completely random blah.....

I wrote a comment  here in response to an excellent post written on gp's.

(Edited to take away my copied comment as I get very confused about copyright and permissions etc)  Like (poor english I know don't you just love it) am I allowed to copy my comment on a blog or does the comment become the property of the author because its on their blog. 

Basically if you can't be bothered to read this post and that one as well it was discussing GP's these days.  It struck a chord with me because I often fondly remember my childhood gp who would hold an outreach surgery in the local pub.  These days health and safety and safeguarding laws etc would apply but that is a whole other post.  Anyhow, my comment basically said I have a fear of the new gp and prefer my 'own' who knows me. 


So I retract my thoughts on new gp's because -

The 'stranger doctor' was kind, empathetic and gave me soooo much time that I felt I should remind him that there are large notices everywhere in the waiting room

stating this:- please note that all appointments last 10 minutes only - If you have a complex problem you may be required to make a further  appointment.  This is practice policy. 


I feel I will soon be feeling better - more antiobiotics.  This is my theory and I am sticking to it.



I am ignoring the out of control heart beat and various boring symptoms.  I agreed to go have a plethora of blood tests and ECG.  I always get a galloping heart rate when unwell so for me its not unusual.  I am not sure why I am dehydrated when I am drinking loads and also ignored anything really he said that I didn't like about my heart etc.  Like this... bearing in mind I was concentrating on not listening properly - 'have you ever been diagnosed with a heart defect'  the rest I pretty much tuned out to... I have developed this as a coping strategy in dealing with EDS and I like it. 


Husband waiting in car said he had to leave the waiting room as the tapping feet of poorly people blaming the short woman who had disappeared into the consulting rooms it seemed never to return - were staring at him and sighing the type of sighs that insinuated it must be his fault that I had still not returned 45 minutes later!  


Anyway thats the boring boring boring I am still sick as an f;..ing pig part 


I am determined to do some knitting so it looks as though tomorrow I will get knitting rage - organising the large unruly bag of various unfinished 'stuff' and intertwined balls of wool which have somehow argued in my abscence and now resemble a knitting nightmare.  I hope no avid knitters are reading this as I feel they may well be wincing.  I stuffed the large bag behind the sofa in the vein hope the wool would magically make up and be friends again.  however as I type it appears the knitting equivalent of spaghetti junction is erupting.  Actually I am beginning to think my dog may well have something to do with this mess as I have just spied a random ball of wooll in his bed humph... I think he knows I am talking about him now as his tail is wagging and I swear he is smiling.


I have in mind a couple of posts I may or may not make in the future at some point.  One is about MS, a while back I think I discussed briefly or it may just have been a thought - how having a rare condition like EDS make people's faces blank when mentioned and that sometimes I have a tiny urge just to lie and say I have MS... not because I am mad just so that I wouldn't have to have the boring EDS explanation talk which people don't generally understand anyhow.  


Some of the symptoms of MS can it seems to me mirror EDS.  I don't really know how to post about it for a few reasons - primarily I seriously don't want to offend anyone having the misfortune to suffer with the debilitating symptoms of MS and I want it to be a reasonably well thought out and possibly endeavour to make some sort of intelligent post.  Along with the secret envy I have at the support network - (UK) provided for those with MS which simply does not occur with EDS.  By support network I am talking NHS not internet support groups - for example I note my local hospital has an MS Clinic.  I am putting this here today in part to serve as a reminder to myself.


Another post I have in mind is still at the 'all in my head' stage - so again this is another reminder to myself.


When I am stressed/bored, sometimes - I find myself thinking/doing things which make me laugh ... today when I had waited an eternity and was 8th in the queue on the telephone to make a gp's appointment. I became aware I was getting irritated and wanted to ensure I was not rude to the poor receptionist when I finally got through to speak to a human being... So by way of stress busting I was busy having a one sided conversation with the recorded 'person' on the telephone who kept interuppting some god awful music to let me know how well I was doing in the queue and informing me of other services the practice offers.  I was taken aback when suddenly a real person started talking to me (bearing in mind I was in the middle of telling the recorded voice that - no I haven't had a holiday yet this year and if I had my choice I would be flying off to somewhere exotic for Xmas bla bla....


I accepted the appointment with the 'stranger gp' readily to avoid the embarrassment of explaining why I was talking to the recorded voice...  However the new gp had a surname which I found funny - I had better not say it here because thats not fair on him.Suffice to say that the receptionist probably thinks because I said the nature of my request for an appointment was personal (in part because I was going to the doctor because I flippin well needed a diagnosis for god's sake) and I sometimes think they ask out of sheer nosiness.  Combined with sniggering like a very immature teenager at the silly name and the ridiculous conversation I was having with the recorded voice - she no doubt thinks I was making an appointment to discuss my ongoing and obvious madness.  


When I relayed my silly little tale to my other half of my predicament, he sighed heavily and wrly suggested that he thought my sense of humour was a little warped because the name only made him think of an eminent figure in the public eye; he also pointed out that the receptionist wouldn't have known I was talking to the 'voice' which I think is wrong because I was having such an animated albeit somewhat one sided conversation. I didn't realise the receptionists voice and the recorded voice were different.  On thinking about this further I think in fact they were one and the same just the former one ' she had made earlier'.  

Because we have been married a long time and therefore prefer these days to avoid a potential argument, I ignored the urge to tell him he was being pedantic.  Of which I was very proud of myself indeed.  Also to be fair he was the kindest nicest most patient husband in the whole world this weekend when I was not at my best and I felt he deserved a little slack.


So I am finishing this post now thinking this - I must not say to teenage son who kindly hung some new tab top curtains (edited to add - actually they are not new a relative moved house and was throwing them away)  in the living room because I am too short and other EDS stuff.... why oh why have you hung them back to front or inside out whatever the words are for what he has done.  Instead I will do that think of something funny thing instead........    I fear however on my track record to date this may backfire on me!