We went to Croxall Lakes for a spot of bird watching and photography where I managed to get rather blurred photos of a white Egret, Shelducks, but some interesting photos of a misty distant gravel pit workings. I also got my first photo of the year of wild crocus albeit a little blurred. I really need to learn how to use my camera which is more difficult for me these days as I can’t seem to retain new information.
I had an appointment with Occupational Health arranged by work as a stage towards early retirement, which was indeed most bizarre. The Doctor reminded me of a meerkat but slower. His speech was void of any superfluous words apart from the continuous “thank you, thank you, thank you” indicating that he wanted me to stop speaking. These were muttered under his breath barely audible but unmistakable. He was only interested in answering the questions that was in the letter from my work. The only difference deviation was the form he thrust in front of me to fill in. I looked at it and said ‘this is for extreme depression and I am not depressed so there is no point in filling it in’, he seemed a little thrown by this and proceeded to ask me questions reserved for depressives regarding self-harming and suicidal tendencies. Now, the reason for being there was to start the process for early retirement but for this Dr, he was only there to answer the questions in the letter from work and nothing else. He typed the answers with me sitting beside him and I could feel his discomfort with my proximity, and as we all left we shared the lift where he silently kept his gaze straight ahead barely acknowledging our presence. I cannot imagine this Doctor ever being able to work with patients with his total lack of empathetic connection with people. In a copy of the letter which he emailed to me, he has asked my work to give me my options for early retirement! I fear this will be a long process due to their minimalistic human resources.
Handbagwarrior; verbal ramblings 