I read the first 5 posts- then cut to the end to stand on my own soapbox! 😂
Today, I had this very conversation. I'm a HCP (of 40 years) so, obviously am about to get a pasting for therefore being 'vile' and 'disgusting'; but I am sick to the back teeth of so many young women aged14/15 to 30 who are frankly, pathetic.
Today, my consultant admitted he, in taking many other factors into consideration, selects more men than women to undergo a particular diagnostic test, a quite simple, non-invasive (beyond a cannula) - test, and 20 minutes of their lives, a sorting 'real/needs treatment' from 'luckily, not this potentially bad thing, so we can carry on with other therapies' test; because he, and the service, needs throughput. Not sobbing, panic-attack-y, 'anxious' women. Who, in this particular environment, just hold us up, waste time -time that a better-selected candidate could have used, to everyone's benefit.
Sure, those sobbing, panicked, anxiety-ridden women ( a CANNULA? note, a full written explanation was sent to you!) will get seen, along the line (if they don't DNA for the fifth time), but my inner 21 year old wants to shriek 'Get a grip!' Has no one, ever, suggested, persuaded, coerced you into doing anything that makes you a bit uncomfortable? Like sit a Maths GCSE? Hey, answered a phone to an unknown number! Hell, opened your front door to an unexpected caller! (Amazon)
Catch a Eurail train into the Belgian night?...
I am genuinely taken aback at how the term 'anxiety' has been hijacked to mean 'Hey, I might have to dig a little bit deeper, here, hoik my big girl pants up, and get on with this'- but, because I'm feeling a little bit challenged, I won't.
Because I have 'anxiety'.