Remember my post about fellow TR7 nut Ally's death? Well, her boyfriend Simon's taken over her Triton Green DHC KBA. As we speak it's in to have it's fuel tank replaced. Read his blog here.
In other news, I've been discharged from the shrink. My college course is going so well, that I've gone full time. At the moment I've more money than time, so for 7 hours extra a week, I get my AAT registration and my textbooks paid for. To make up my hours, I'm working my way through CLAiT certification, and doing payroll.
Showing posts with label Mental Health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mental Health. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Oh, by the way...
... my appointment with the shrink last Friday was one of those 'So you haven't killed yourself, then? See me in November.' ones. I took my letter from the consultant I saw privately (and can't afford to now), but he didn't want to know, and apparently Cognitive Behavioural Tereapy is not for me. I'm not going to get discharged - it took me long enough to get referred, and I'm not going to go through that again.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
NHS Blog Doctor: Shocking Psychiatry
I remember now. It was the Community Mental Health Team who kept blocking my GPs' (plural: I tried my GP when I lived with my parents, and few times when I moved in with my wife) referrals. Something about 'no change in presentation'.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Better than nothing. Only just, though.
Next Friday, I have my once in a blue moon appointment with the Mental Health locum at my local Royal Infirmary. I've been going to this ever since I got stressed out with work and the fact that I couldn't get an expert opinion on whether or not I had Asperger's Syndrome about 18 months ago, and drove my car through my father-in-law's garage door.
This convinced my GP to try again, and she suggested I went on citalopram to help force a decision. Parallel to this, I went through my workplace's occupational health section (as I was having trouble with work), and got an appointment to see a psychiatrist.
Funnily enough, my private psychiatrist was the former consultant at the NHS. He agreed that my worries about AS were valid, and agreed to refer me to a colleague who was a specialist in these matters. She saw me twice, the second time for a formal diagnosis. The third time she saw me, she told me I didn't have AS, but that I had got some social issues. This was just what I needed, someone who knows about these things. Fairly soon after that, I came off the citalopram.
Unfortunately, because I've now left work and lost my private healthcare, I can't see my private consultant. All I can do is take his details to the NHS and hope that I can get the help I need though them. Chances are, though, that I'll get a 'Keep taking the pills, and we'll see you in a few months.'
Now this isn't a diatribe against the NHS, just a realisation that it's not perfect. Mental health issues aren't as glamourous or newsworthy as, say, breast cancer or infertility, except when 'some nutter' goes on the rampage. So it doesn't get the funding it needs, sometimes.
This convinced my GP to try again, and she suggested I went on citalopram to help force a decision. Parallel to this, I went through my workplace's occupational health section (as I was having trouble with work), and got an appointment to see a psychiatrist.
Funnily enough, my private psychiatrist was the former consultant at the NHS. He agreed that my worries about AS were valid, and agreed to refer me to a colleague who was a specialist in these matters. She saw me twice, the second time for a formal diagnosis. The third time she saw me, she told me I didn't have AS, but that I had got some social issues. This was just what I needed, someone who knows about these things. Fairly soon after that, I came off the citalopram.
Unfortunately, because I've now left work and lost my private healthcare, I can't see my private consultant. All I can do is take his details to the NHS and hope that I can get the help I need though them. Chances are, though, that I'll get a 'Keep taking the pills, and we'll see you in a few months.'
Now this isn't a diatribe against the NHS, just a realisation that it's not perfect. Mental health issues aren't as glamourous or newsworthy as, say, breast cancer or infertility, except when 'some nutter' goes on the rampage. So it doesn't get the funding it needs, sometimes.
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