Had a GP appointment today, to renew one of my scripts for my head-stuff.
A doctor I’d seen once before. For some reason I do better with the younger male doctors rather than any other group. I rarely feel under the microscope. Like I can talk fairly freely without feeling like I’m waiting for a hole to be poked in my story. To be told I’m overracting.
So, I go back to those ones. I have a couple of options now at the practice I go to at least.
And a script for my antipsychotics.
Gotta be good for everyone, considering I ran through much of what has happened since my last appointment in November.