#fuck I've been riddled with dysphoria for days & only just built up the courage to make this phone call

[dragonatthedinnertable]

Fuck's sake.

My current GP is on maternity leave, and for the last 6 months I've had an interrim doctor who has been proactive & responsive. She was just managing my prescriptions, blood tests, and referrals; I never actually met her, but I trusted her.

Today I finally worked up the courage to make an appointment (at the end of next month) to review my HRT (because I want another go at getting prog, and/or increasing my E). Only to be told that the previous doctor is leaving this week, and my new interrim GP is my old one.

The one who:

changed my antidepressants within 5 minutes of knowing me, on the assumption that it would fix my chronic fatigue;

only agreed to reduce my cypro dose on the assumption that it would fix my chronic fatigue;

only referred me to Gen Med for chronic fatigue because I had a nurse as my Support Person, and the nurse bullied her into it;

failed to prescribe me my antidepressants one time, right before the weekend, meaning I had to go to After Hours to get like 5 days' worth to cover me;

generally never listened to me at all.

The receptionist did offer me a chance to speak to the practice manager about it. But, like, I already did that 2 years ago, when I moved to my new GP (the one with a new baby). I shouldn't have to go through this again, and I certainly don't have the emotional budget for it.