Today I am a coward. I'm completely giving into procrastination and fear. To be technical, I've been practising cowardice around this particular situation since I left for St.John's.
Today was suppose to be my ultrasound on my breast lumps. You may remember back to the post White Coats and Small Steps about me contacting the social worker and the ultrasound booking department... Well the booking department fucked up. I was very specific that the appointment had to be on a Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday in order for the social worker to be there. They told me the 11th, I did not question if this was on one of the days I asked for because I believed they had listened to my request. Well the 11th was a Thursday. So I get a call from the social worker on my cellphone on the bus on my way to Toronto to catch a flight to St.John's. She can't be there. Ugh, so she's trying to work it out with the booking staff but they won't let her, so there's three back and forth phone calls and I am getting more and more stressed out. Finally, we agree to cancel the appointment and that I will rebook when I get back to town.
I haven't yet.
I really dislike that hospital. I have had so many horrible experiences in it. It is one of the reasons I have white coat syndrome.
So I could have called today to reschedule my appointment... but I just don't have it in me. I'm seriously considering asking my Nurse Practioner's office to send a requisition to the hospital 30 minutes down the road so I can deal with them instead. I think that a major part of my anxiety is that I simply do not trust the staff of my local hospital. I know that not all of them are bad or incompetent...
Fool me once...
We'll just say that I am a few bad experiences beyond "twice".
So today I forgive myself for being a coward and instead I will label it "self care". The lumps aren't going anywhere, trust me, I can feel them.