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Oct. 8th, 2003 08:57 pmToday has been a bit stressful. While this past week's virus is on the wane--definitely welcome--I found out this morning that I had a doctor's appointment later in the day, which I'd totally forgotten. Thank goodness the receptionist was kind enough to call and remind me.
Any sort of retrovirus tends to fray my nerves and send my mood into a temporary slump ("slump" being a mild term). Add surprises to the mix, and I can become a wreck beyond all proportion; rather odd for someone who generally doesn't need much structure. I have recognised this for some time, but that doesn't always stop me from getting extremely ratty. Today I managed to get agitated and say a couple of nasty things while running around in search of missing socks just before I left the house, as a very minor example.
The visit with the shrink followed the usual pattern of late, at least in the beginning. He inquired as to how I've been doing, how I've been spending my time, and that sort of thing. He went on to tell me again how pleased he is to see the level of improvement over when he first saw me--even over a couple of years ago--and we chatted a bit before he handed over my prescriptions. Then he dropped a bomb. It seems that he's retiring in April. I should be seeing him a couple more times before then, but he thought it best to discuss options as soon as possible. In my case, the most feasible plan seems to be talking to my GP (rather, the GP I plan to start seeing; I despise the one I'm signed up with--a long story in itself--and haven't seen him in, oh, seven or eight years now) and finding out if he's amenable to managing my meds since I'm quite stable at this point.
Upon hearing this, I was gobsmacked. I'm not sure why it surprised me so much, but I was genuinely shocked. (That old overreaction thing again, at least in part, I'd imagine.) As I heard him say when I was coming out of the office, Dr. Dubner has been in practice 42 years now. And I've no doubt that the more recent stresses on his practice have made this an attractive time to retire. His (and his wife's) office is in the original building of St. Albans Hospital, the campus of which is now some sort of
Any sort of retrovirus tends to fray my nerves and send my mood into a temporary slump ("slump" being a mild term). Add surprises to the mix, and I can become a wreck beyond all proportion; rather odd for someone who generally doesn't need much structure. I have recognised this for some time, but that doesn't always stop me from getting extremely ratty. Today I managed to get agitated and say a couple of nasty things while running around in search of missing socks just before I left the house, as a very minor example.
The visit with the shrink followed the usual pattern of late, at least in the beginning. He inquired as to how I've been doing, how I've been spending my time, and that sort of thing. He went on to tell me again how pleased he is to see the level of improvement over when he first saw me--even over a couple of years ago--and we chatted a bit before he handed over my prescriptions. Then he dropped a bomb. It seems that he's retiring in April. I should be seeing him a couple more times before then, but he thought it best to discuss options as soon as possible. In my case, the most feasible plan seems to be talking to my GP (rather, the GP I plan to start seeing; I despise the one I'm signed up with--a long story in itself--and haven't seen him in, oh, seven or eight years now) and finding out if he's amenable to managing my meds since I'm quite stable at this point.
Upon hearing this, I was gobsmacked. I'm not sure why it surprised me so much, but I was genuinely shocked. (That old overreaction thing again, at least in part, I'd imagine.) As I heard him say when I was coming out of the office, Dr. Dubner has been in practice 42 years now. And I've no doubt that the more recent stresses on his practice have made this an attractive time to retire. His (and his wife's) office is in the original building of St. Albans Hospital, the campus of which is now some sort of
