Last Wednesday, I had my dietician and Psych evaluations ( as required by SASSOM here in SA).
I took the day off as both of the approved providers are miles away from my work / home.
I planned to take the kids to school(30-60 minutes away depending on traffic) which left me a full hour to get to the first appointment - the dietician. Rushed the kids( we all know suicide hour in the mornings) and got outside just to find I had a flat tyre. No problem- I had been taught how to change tyres( the fact that I had never done it has never been a problem- yeah Superwoman). Changed the flat. By now it is too late to take the kids to school as the gods of traffic would have made me late for school and the appointment. So off we go- me and two children( not safe to leave them at home- or so says me paranoid mind) to Durbanville. Not taking the high way as the now changed wheel is funny- wobling a bit - so I take the more scenic back route. A delivery vehicle comes up behind me- flashing and waving. Nice young man indicates that my wheel is dangerously wobbling- so he tightens the wheel nuts- I was not strong enough you see.
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Have to look for the place- and then also draw money to pay for this little exercise as you then have to claim it back. Bank.... mmm finally find one- the day before payday so there is exactly enough money to pay for the puncture repair ( which was done fairly quickly ) and the dietician. The bank does not want to give me the required amount as only has R50 notes. So off we go searching for another bank and find one where I have another account- decide to draw more- as children now want food as roadtrip not exciting enough. Cannot remember pin. Card gets swallowed- lovely!
Go off to dietician as will have to explain about being R10 short- hope she understands. Get there- go in- lovely- no problem. I had to pay her R26 less than I thought so money no problem.
Now the idea was to go read a book, trawl the mall, have a coffee while( as I am sure many of you noted from my previous posts the dreaded psych was coming up) I wait for the psych- 4 hours later. Cannot do this with children in tow so we go home. Have to make lunch although they don't usually have a home-made lunch but anyway.
Got to the psych so frazzled with hearing children screaming in the car while I am in there. Of course too proud to tell psych of my morning from hell.
He indicates that I need to go on Anti-depressants for a year and would recommend that I don't have the op untill then as I am very depressed.
Might need admission even. I had coped so welll untill then but just went home and crawled into bed. Was depressed for about 2 days untill every one I talked to said it was just a bad day and I cope remarkable well usually.
The fighting me is back and will demand a second opinion if the op gets turned down because of this.
Went to see an endocrinologist this morning and he is convinced I need this op. Someone on this site said earlier that you don't know how ill you are untill they start poking?
So true- I'm pre-diabetic, have high bad cholesterol, low good cholesterol and am on the point of becoming Hypertensive.
A day in the life...
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