I have seen a meno consultant on the NHS. It hasn't been satisfactory. She has huge queues of women to see and is usually running an hour late.
When you finally get to see her she barely lets you speak. Instead she repeats the same information she mentioned last time. Three times now she has gone on and on about the importance of telling my daughter about how I am struggling with early ovarian failure and peri, so she can get proper treatment when the time comes.
I really get that. But THREE times now! And it's something that is nearly 40 years in the future for my daughter anyway. Instead I would really like to concentrate on getting ME sorted thanks.
When I finally get to speak she is too busy writing up my notes to really pay attention. Total length of appointment is never more than 8-9 mins.
If being on the Pill doesn't stabilise my dreadful mood swings and stop the dysphoria (never knew the horrible restless anxiety mixed with depression had an official name) I get, then I have decided to go and see Dr Annie Evans in Bristol.
I don't care what it costs. I can't waste anymore of myife feeling like this, treading along a knife edge, never knowing if I will wake up to the dysphoria, or at which point it will just fade into thin air (over lunch tomorrow? During the night? A week next Tuesday?).
It's no life.
