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I got a letter today
I’m finally off to Charing Cross.
In six months time. Towards the end of May 2012.
Well, at least I got it. What else can you say? I feel like I ought to be more happy. I feel glad more than happy, and angry more than that. Angry that it’s taken so long to get here and angry that it’s still six more months to wait. I’m also angry that the letter says it’s an assessment with a single psychiatrist, so even if everything goes absolutely perfectly that still means no surgical referral for me, not until at least the second appointment which could be another six months beyond that. For fuck’s sake.
I’m also acutely aware I’m one of the lucky ones. If I’m lucky, imagine what the unlucky are like.
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