Remember how I started seeing a new bloke? Well, during the week I started to get a little buyer’s remorse when it came to him. You see, he sent me for blood tests but then there was no feedback. And that made me
bloody a little frustrated. I felt that I had moved from one Dr who never got back to me to another who, while being good looking and much more approachable (aka Dr Jesse in honour of photo of Jesse Spencer in my previous Dr post), was just the same.
To make matters worse in my mind, I then discovered that my test results had been at the surgery since last week but I had been told that they weren’t all there. However, when I checked again a few days later, the person I spoke to explained that some tests were combined and the results had been back all along! So, I made an appointment to see Dr Jesse and stewed on the miscommunication. Stewed and stewed and maybe, just maybe some ranting occurred.
Mr E. offered to come to the appointment with me, mostly because his perception was I would go off at Dr Jesse or that I would burst into tears. Thankfully I did neither. I took some deep breaths and did the adult thing, I behaved like a grown up.
Dr Jesse was really nice. He doesn't need to see me unless getting into the specialist he is sending me to will take more than 8 weeks. Plus, all I have to do to get the medication re-prescribed is call. Sweet! I had painted him with the same brush as Dr Hopeless but really it was just my negative perception. Funny how once I was there and talking to him I was no longer annoyed with him.
A few people I have told that will take weeks to possibly months to get into the specialist are unimpressed. To them it’s a sign that the health system is broken. To me that fact that I have finally been referred is a relief. That there is someone else I can see is a bonus. Now I’ve got a better, more positive attitude.
You see, sometimes it’s all in the perception.