After my last post on Wednesday where I raved about how everything seemed to be slotting nicely into place, I decided that on my next GP appointment, in two weeks, I would tell him that I was ready to step back from his support.

This is a huge thing, as since December 2015, I have had regular mental health reviews with one of the GPs at my surgery; sometimes as often as twice a week, but lately just once monthly.

Two and a half years of appointments, of monitoring my mood, watching it cycle through highs and lows, many more lows, and then some highs. I applaud my GP surgery, they honestly could not have done any more for me. But I had decided that I’d be ok without that safety net, and this is what I told my hubby on Wednesday evening.

Yay! Go me! Little happy dance! 🙂

So this would leave me with just my annual reviews at the breast clinic and with oncology. Just two appointments a year, sounds great doesn’t it?!

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Then… (cue dramatic music) in the early hours of Thursday morning I walked into the bathroom, felt dizzy and fell backwards banging my head on the glass shower screen and various other bits of me on the tiled floor and step. I am somewhat bruised and have quite an impressive bump on my head.

Of course this episode then needed to be checked out medically so this morning I saw a locum GP (who is very nice) and she asked loads of questions, did a thorough examination and requested that I have a 24 hour blood pressure monitor, ECG, and blood tests, then come back in to see her. That’s another four visits to the surgery in the next 3 weeks… so much for my plan to release myself from the world of medical appointments!

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Generally, I’m feeling ok, a bit tired, bruised (obviously) and have been told to take it easy this weekend which I shall do.

Take care folks, it’s a dangerous world out there (or in here) 😉

K x