Well after my move from Yorkshire a few months ago, I have gone from one extreme to another. In South Yorkshire I was left alone for virtually for 10 years with a feeling from the medical profession there of 'grow up and get on with it lad'. Now I'm on the Wirral and it's a whirl wind of non stop appointments. In fact yesterday I'm turning around to some nurses saying I can't fit you in until the following week.
It's seems every appointment I go to they find something a bit broken with me and refer me on to another section and then the merry-go-round starts again.
Yesterday, I was feeling a bit down and tired after yet another 'broken bit' was found and yet another appointment and yet another referal to another section for something else.
I used to find going out to these places great - when it was once in a blue moon but now I am bombarded with it all. So without boring you with the appointment details - How do you handle it all mentally?
Marty - The Broken One