I have an appointment with my general practitioner (GP) tomorrow, and I am a wreck. I’ve been a wreck for a couple of days now. Brain/body, really, stop this because it’s not cool. You do this for just about every single appointment that comes up, and there’s no need. It’s even worse because I attended an appointment with the nurse just fine last week, by myself, and felt like I’d made a good step. Instead, I’ve already had to ask my husband to come with me tomorrow because my brain is in such shutdown that I don’t trust myself to remember anything that happens.
Really brain, why do you think this is a good idea.
I think that, perhaps, a tiny part of it is fear that the doctor is going to go on emergency leave again out of the blue. He’s the one that does the sexual health clinic and IUD installation, and he ended up going off for a couple of months right as I was trying to get the ball rolling on that earlier in the year. I’m a step ahead compliments of the nurse; since I was already in for my routine smear test, she did the tests I needed done in advance of getting the IUD ordered and placed. If those all check out when we talk to the doctor tomorrow, then everything should line up to get things done once the sexual health clinic is back on its feet.
I know, logically, it’ll all be fine and everything will go well. But yanno, tell that to my asshole brain and unsympathetic nervous system (*insert rimshot here*).
Anyways, off to bed and hopefully a good night of sleep. Which will probably be followed by a day of climbing walls from panxiety (thanks morgueticia for the great term), but oh well. Then hopefully it’ll all be fine once it’s done and over and my broken bits get over themselves and act like nothing happened.