After a meticulously laid out plan that saw me travelling back from sunny Bilston, across to glum Brum and back to the splendour of High Wycombe in order to make a doctor's appointment, I was pleasantly surprised when my appointment was actually ontime! (Plus, I made sure I was early back into town just in case and had a quick pint of Fosters at the local Wetherspoons---for only £1.59! Bargain!). Anyway, TOP results...my thyroid and liver are fine and all my sugar and good 'n' bad cholesterol levels are not only at recommended levels, they're well under! Hoorah!!
I bought a bag of Tate & Lyle to eat as a reward.
Next day it was my assessment at the head doc thingy. Turns out I have anger management issues. I denied that, called the doc an arse for suggesting it and beat her around the head with a piece of NHS office furniture. Oh, we LAUGHED.
Seriously though, I DID beat her up. Nah, only joking. Seems I have difficulty expressing or dealing with anger, inverting it instead and sending me a little loopy when too many things get on top of me because essentially I can't kick the crap out of everything or everyone who annoys me.
I have been prescribed a self-help book, may have to attend some anger management course and it's recommended I join two groups. If none of these work, it's one on one counselling. How much am I looking forward to group seminar things? About as much as Joan of Arc welcomed some flame around her feet. I could tell you about my one experience of a group therapy thing when I was a teen (which is actually quite amusing now) but right now, I can't face the thought of it. Put it this way, I ran away like Ned Ryerson (points if ya get that reference!) ((And don't Google or Wikipedia it!!))