I got the bus home and arrived in plenty of time for a wash and brush-up, and to get my keyboard moved. I couldn't face another trip back for the stand and easel thing, so decided I'd go and collect them after the hospital appointment.
The neurologist thing went very well. He's doubled the dose of tablets I need to take, because of the fits I had after I last saw him. What went well was that he listened and he understood. He asked me how I have been so I told him.
When I went home for my musical bits I saw that my diagnosis report had arrived. I felt quite overwhelmed when I read it. It describes exactly how I have experienced life, and reading it brought back one horror after another. The psychologist got the gender of my one long-term relationship wrong but that's a minor matter. Everything else he said was correct on every point. I can't remember what it said in detail and will read it again when I get back home. I'll get a bottle of wine to help me withstand the shock.
I only played for a couple of hours today. It was quiet again, and the sound of constant blathering started to do my head in.
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