Is a sold Erastes.
Or rather, almost sold. Had an offer from CARINA yesterday for “Muffled Drum” *jumps around in joy* and my agent is now handling the negotiation.
In other news.
There is SUN! First time for days. *clings to it*
Lesbians writing about straights? HOW VERY DARE THEY!!!! (this, for the benefit of those who didn’t spot it, is a joke.)
Went to the doctor’s
So he’s making noises to get rid of me and I say “what about the glucose tolerance test I had two weeks ago?” He looks. No, he hasn’t had the results, and he starts writing up my script for aspirin and Lisinopril (i need to see the cardiologist before i can have the rat poison) – I say “well, that’s odd, because they said the results would be along in two days and it’s two weeks. He looks again, and LO AND BEHOLD the results had magically appeared.
Seems I’m not (yet) diabetic. “impaired glucose tolerance” so that’s something.
He finished off the session with reminding me I had to lose weight, or I would be diabetic “in a couple of years” – well der. He hasn’t given me ANY help in this regard, despite me asking for it. No diet sheet, no referrals to a dietician, nothing. What annoys me is that I’ve never been a strain on the NHS, I go to the doctors about once every ten years in general, and the one time I NEED help, they won’t give it. If I was a smoker, there would be a multitude of options to help me lose weight, free patches, free counselling, free sessions, free support groups, but because I’m fat – NOTHING. Or at least, nothing he’s prepared to offer. I’m going to write to the NHS direct and voice my concerns, because he’s quite the worst doctor I’ve ever encountered. And I can’t be the only one of his patients who feels like this.
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