Part one has been a while. In the meantime, there have been some developments. (click below for the previous part)

Another life (1)

Still, I haven't met my new GP. After the previous, quickly disconnected consultation with the replacement GP, I decided to stand up for myself and explicitly asked for a double consultation with my own GP. What do you think? In two weeks, I could go. Then I asked for a single consultation but that did not shorten the waiting time. I canceled again. I had nothing to do with this.

I didn't get an invitation from specialist Mrs. M., but an intake (?!) at the GGZ. For the fifth time or so. I need to fill everything back in, while all my records are out. Now I have conversations with a nurse, “B.” So no doctor or specialist. Actually, I didn't get a step further here. He keeps his own story and I find no click or affiliation or whatever with this gentleman, which is undoubtedly well intended.

But there is hope!

Since last time I've been doing more, and if I'm not feeling well, so depressed or anxious, I'm going to do something. And I find that I get a feeling of satisfaction. However, I have had a period of fatigue. That didn't go unnoticed with the Yoorsie's. The conversations at my therapist, “H “, continue. This goes with ups and downs but after a long time we are out; as far as the next one is concerned. I, too, are allowed to 'do' EMDR. ('undergoing' sounds so scary...)

Mr B.'s statement: 'Then we do EMDR for a while.“, sounded anything but reassuring. With Mr. H., I know myself in safe hands because I trust him and know that he won't send me to just anyone. Only at the moment the illness of the therapist throws soot into the food. But that can happen too and patience is a clean thing I have experienced in the 4-5 years that I am now recovering.

At the moment my reversed day/night rhythm is becoming an issue...

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