I just had the most useless and distressing appointment with a pdoc registrar.
I had fears that he was going to be one that I had come across in the Ed and my fears were correct. I remember him from a presentation to the Ed. I went into a room to talk him and he had me in the far corner and he stood close to the door. Every time the security guard moved further away, this registrar moved with him… like he was scared to be left alone with me. He had me scheduled and admitted and didn’t even tell me. Transport just came to move me and I had no clue.
but anyways, the sole reasons I went to the appointment today was to address my sleep and to discuss ECT. He told me to just practice good sleep hygiene. Well hello. I do that. He told me to eat a balanced ‘diet’. Get some exercise. Do things that I enjoy. Pffft.
then we talked about it ECT. I told him I wanted to know if it could be done as an outpatient. And we talked briefly about my previous experience of ECT. He said he would discuss it with ppl as to whether it could be done. And then he asked how I would feel if it wasn’t suitable for me. Like would I accept that. Urgh.
He questioned my sessions with my dietitian. Whether I followed what she said. He questioned my previous work with old psychologist. He questioned my weight. How I felt about it, how I knew if I had put on weight.
Then… then he called me selfish. Selfish that I don’t think of my daughter when I try and unalive myself. I walked out. I know that I am so bloody selfish when I try and unalive myself, someone that know very little about me doesn’t need to remind me of that.
so my sleep has not be address. I’m just to put up with terrible sleep. And maybe after all my treating team have been pushing for me to have ECT and I finally agree to consider it, it probably won’t even be suitable for me. So nothing can help. Nothing is going to make things better. I have zero hope. So I might as well just be selfish and go.