Saturday and the Pendulum swings

Each Saturday I look at the last seven days and ‘decide’ what has been their nature. ‘ Scientifically’, looking at the events and consider how they made me feel and throwing them (the results) at the swing-o-meter and watching where the pendular points.  Pretty much without fail the pendulum hangs in the middle; I am a lucky lady; its clear.  Good and not so good stuff comes and goes, by the end of the week things resolve themselves.  

However, I do have one issue and it hangs over me like a judge.  My hair loss is all but complete; I do have two half eyebrows at the moment.  This is not such a problem I suppose with an eye brow pencil except that I have forgotten exactly where there were! So I am conscience that my attempts made to draw them at 7am are perhaps not as attractive as I thought by the end of the day!

The head, I continue to cover with scarves; I am, so they say good at accessorising.  This all works most of the time, so the swing-o-meter tells me.  Sometimes I feel horrible.  Since I had a bad experience with my GP I have sought alternative medicine and that has worked so far.  However sometimes the need for the support of a General Practitioner is paramount; especially in the workplace. I am lucky I work in a kind environment, should it be otherwise and needed time off (even extended time) I would need a Doctor’s note.  This week in a sad and desperate place I tried make an appointment with a GP to ask for specialist advice after all I have lost all my hair in a few weeks surely that is enough.  I did however this time get through the barrage of receptionists who while they didn’t quite see my condition was life threatening I did wave a letter from my therapist.  Even the doctor was surprised at the audacity and reluctantly gave me the URL of a website where I could book my own appointment with a consultant dermatologist.  It will take 3 months to see someone; during which time my eyebrows will have grow back and I will look a little less like Cruella de vil. Oh! just realised it was the look that scared the Receptionist not the letter from psychotherapist …. boing the pendulum dangles comfortable again …. Thank You for humour!  Have a good day.