Thursday, 31 July 2008

My wife has made me an appointment to see Dr Portillo tomorrow to find out what is happening. I've now been waiting six weeks to see the shrink. He assured me I'd be seen within four weeks. I have no doubt he will fuck me about and spin things around and tell me it is my fault. When I asked him why the pirate had not seen me since last September he brushed it off saying it was very easy for people to slip through the net. No hint of an apology, no acceptance of blame or responsibility. Imagine how things would be if the roles were reversed and I failed to attend appointments, I'd be confronted about my non-compliance and threatened with withdrawal of services.

I'll find out tomorrow how he responds.

Friday, 25 July 2008

I'm still waiting.



On the 19th of June, Dr Portillo assured me the new shrink would see me within 4 weeks. He asked me to make a follow up appointment with him in a month to ensure I had been seen, I didn't. Once again I'm feeling like the doctors are screwing me about. It's now over 5 weeks and no appointment. I know the government have targets for medical consultations, do these targets not apply to loonies? I'm now swithering about phoning up and telling them to fuck off.



Mrs Mo has been on holiday for the week but we didn't want to go away in case an appointment arrived. If I'm perfectly honest, I wouldn't want to go away for a week anyway. We did manage a night away in Perth. Now that my wife's ankle is healing we managed a bit of walking and I took some pictures.


I'd like to write something clever or funny but I've got nothing else to say today.

Saturday, 19 July 2008

Still waiting for my appointment with the psychiatrist

Friday, 11 July 2008

Mrs Mo is now back at work. I'm still waiting for an appointment with the shrink.

Saturday, 5 July 2008

Thanks to DeeDee for telling me about the Professor in the Tower. Unfortunately, as I'm no longer very clever (not that I ever was but nowadays I'm really dumb), I was unable to really get to grips with this abstract but from what I can gather, Professor Blackwood's research has found a genetic abnormality found in both Schizophrenia and Affective Disorders. I think the implication is that they may have the same aetiology.

As I said, I don't understand all the science but this is far removed from my GP's interpretation of "bipolar and schizophrenia are basically the same disorder". I have met lots of people with both of these illnesses and in my experience they usually fall into two distinct flavours. I'm a great believer in the old adage "if it waddles like a duck and quacks like a duck then it's probably a duck". In my experience bipolar people will waddle and quack because they find it hilarious unlike schizophrenic people who will waddle and quack because the devil tells them to.


Mrs Mo continues to get more mobile. It finally dawned on me the other day that not everyone likes to sit in the house all day like me. Despite her improved mobility, we live on the outskirts of town and it's still too sore for her to drive, so she can't even pop round the shops. I hadn't realised how much being housebound must have been like prison for her when for me it's utopia. So when I asked her if she'd like to go out for the day she almost jumped out of her seat. God, I'm so selfish and unthoughtful, should have done this sooner. Now I'm not talking about doing anything special, just a drive and a short walk but it really cheered her up. One day we went to a seaside town and had a little saunter round the harbour.


Another day we went to a loch. I recently set up a website for a local fishery and by way of thanks they made me an honourary life member so I can go and fish for free whenever I like for the rest of my days. Anyway, we went up there and my wife rowed the boat for a while and I fished (what a treat for her). Then we just slowly drifted for a couple of hours while she read a magazine. It was a warm, still, balmy day and she really enjoyed it. Hardly two weeks in the Maldives but we're simple folks.


I'm so lucky that she is easily pleased and I didn't have to go among people to get her out of the house. She's probably going back to work next Wednesday so I'll get back to the long lies and lazy days.