Categories: news-from-depressionland
Tags: depression, psychiatrist, mother
Date: 17 September 2009 11:17:01
Well, I've seen the doctor and he's promised to do another psychiatrist referral. What good that will do remains to be seen, but at least someone is taking some notice.
Meanwhile I am feeling considerably worse than yesterday, after a phone call in which my mother nagged me unceasingly about getting The Grouch to go private for his prostate probs. How can a little old 94 year old cause so much trouble? I'm caught between the two of them and I honestly don't know what my own opinion on the matter is, just that I don't want to be nagged any more. As a result I went to my singing class in an utterly foul mood, (though the singing did cheer me up a bit) and I am probably not going to ring her for several days, because I just can't take the pestering. So she'll worry about me, but that's tough - it's her own fault. Sometimes forgiveness takes a little time...