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Date: 16 January 2006 17:11:12
Son had a temperature this morning; Wife isn't going to be at work to-morrow, so it wouldn't have been politic for her to be off to-day; I was due to be on the helpdesk, but they know (or should know by now) that I am 'at risk' in the mornings, because if Son (or Daughter) isn't well enough to go to school, then there is at least a 50% chance that I shall be the one who stays at home, so I have no qualms about having emailed in to say that I wouldn't be there.
I saw the doctor on my own account this afternoon, and he arranged for me to go to the New Royal Infirmary to-morrow for a test. It's possible that I have angina. I was a wee bit shocked (not at this suggestion - it is, as yet, just a possibility) to see on my record (the monitor on his computer was positioned so that I could see) that in 1983 I had "schizo-affective schizophrenia". Sorry, it gives me the heebie-jeebies just to look at it now on this screen. I remarked on this to the doctor, and he said, "it's all in the past." I certainly hope so. In fact, I think that I would challenge the diagnosis made in 1983. I don't have much recollection of what happened, but I think that it was more of a severe depression than a schizophrenic episode.
Isn't it funny how we get all defensive about mental illness. Anything else we are matter-of-fact about, but any suggestion that things aren't quite right upstairs, and the guns are out.
I think that Son (nearly wrote 'Sin') is, at last, having a sleep. We've been using two-way radios to communicate for the past hour or so, to let him go to bed upstairs, while I do things downstairs.