Urgh. I’m so tired of this battle. Exhausted and depleted today. And don’t know any other way out of where I currently am at.
I had my dietitian appointment this morning. I didn’t really want to be there. Really feel like I was just wasting her and my time. My dietitian had read my email about my gp wanting to speak to her and had read over my recovery logs.
We discussed some concerning? symptoms that I had been experiencing. And my dietitian explained what the cause of that could be and then asked knowing that information now how I felt about it. Whether it was enough for me to want to make changes. I said not really. It’s that real ambivalent part of me. And I guess the fact that this self destructive part of me is so much louder at the moment.
We again talked about ways to increase my fluids. We have a kind of plan in place. But the likelihood of me doing it??
We then had a frank discussion about a hospital admission. Where I’m at medically. We did a pros and cons for going into hospital and then one for not going. And she listed of numerous things that if they continue to occur or happen then an admission would be required.
She explained that she had not made the call to my gp yet because she prefers to speak with me first. Get my permission on what she was allowed to tell me gp. I appreciate that in my dietitian.
my gp called me this afternoon as planned. I don’t believe she had yet spoken with my dietitian. But I gave her a brief rundown on how my appointment went. She decided to give my pdoc a call.
Bloods tomorrow. Don’t wanna get them done. Then my gp on Wednesday.
sigh. It’s all shit. I’m in a really shitty place. And don’t give any shits.