I didn’t quite expect to be writing those words, or indeed writing on this blog again. But it seems to have come to that. All will be explained, but first an update on where I am in life. Having graduated last July with a degree in history, I am enjoying life in London with my new job at Ofcom as part of their 2 year graduate scheme. I have a wonderful boyfriend of 6 and a half months and am settling into a new church and a lovely bible study group.
However, last May I ended up with back pain during exam time which led to me seeing my GP and getting a doctor’s note for my final two exams (which were three and two hours long respectively). I didn’t use the note not did I experience any further back pain.
Starting my new job alongside moving house and a new relationship was less than ideal and some back pain started again. I was getting pretty exhausted and eventually brought up the subject with my line manager, who suggested that a referral was the best way forward and that I should use the private medical insurance provided by work. Despite her advice to use my work annual health check for the referral I decided to wait it out on the NHS and therefore had three weeks to wait for a routine GP appointment, which took place yesterday.
Perhaps I expected too much of the doctor but there were no introductions or pleasantries, which I found unnerving for a first appointment. I explained my situation and the fact I have private medical insurance and she examined me. I had forward AND backward bend tests (the latter I have never done!) and she did a whole host of reflex tests and a load of checks to ensure my nerves were working on both sides. It had probably taken less than 5 minutes but I was feeling pretty stressed by the end. This probably wasn’t helped by the fact I hadn’t had breakfast yet and this was only my second spine based appointment I’d attended alone.
The upshot of my appointment is that she thinks I have a spinal curve above the surgery vertebrae, which means a definite referral. Obviously this is what I wanted, but not quite as calm as I’d intended. Plus I have to go to the GP again sometime in the next few days to pick up my referral letter.
After a cry in the toilet, a very empty train to London Bridge and a bacon roll from Pret, I was back into work and spent the day watching TV. Lunch break was a mixture of eating my lunch and ringing AXA and Mr Lucas’ secretary, who wasn’t available. When she finally did return my call, it turns out there are no longer private appointments at Guy’s Hospital so I was given the details for London Bridge Hospital, a more daunting and unfamiliar place. One minor breakdown and almost cry on the phone later, I am booked in for my referred appointment, which is after work (convenient but also inconvenient because of the pre-appointment stress). My parents are also accompanying me, some things never change and I’ve realised how lucky I was that they could take the days off work to support me.
In case the above read like a bit of a ramble, the basic point is that I’m back on the scoliosis journey. It might be a brief one or I might be in it for the long haul, but this time the updates will be live, not written months and years later!