I'm not sure I can take any more NHS buggering about.
The last three years, with the four MCs, has been filled with incompetence, cruelty, ineptitude, and me pushing for appointments, answers, interest, anything.
In Feb I finally screwed up courage to go and see GP about why I hadn't been pregnant for a year (conceived previously within a few months). He said I could have lap and dye, but first I'd have to have hormone levels and semen (DP's, obviously!) tested. Have done so, all fine. So, I thought it would be semi-automatic to get lap and dye referral. Oh no. I've got to make an appointment, for him to refer me, to start yet another load of waiting. And the first appointment is 24 april!!!! For Fuck's Sake. I'm 42. I haven't got time to be arsing about.
Also, I've had a lump in my breast for a few years. had it tested before - harmless. But it's got more painful recently, so had it checked out. Appointment in middle of day (therefore day off work) to see man for 10 minutes to answer questions I'd already told GP. Appointment 2 weeks later for mamogram and ultrasound. Vile woman pokes needle into tit. It's agony. Through my tears I say 'is it over soon? It really hurts'. to which she said 'I'm not here for the good of my health. I'd rather be at home too.' Cheers. Results yesterday - inconclusive. The charming doctor said, as soon as I walked into the room, 'well, I'm not saying it's cancer, but we need to do more tests'. Another biopsy, with that horrible bitch. GREAT.
Why Can't Just One Thing Go Right.