Consultation With My Doctor - By Telephone.
From LJ 20 Feb: - 2004
She asked, "What does it feel like - how do you feel?"
A consultation with one's doctor by telephone seems natural to me but I had just admitted to my new GP that I don't go out much. I say, 'it's my choice', and it is, to a degree. I never cared for winter. But I had to admit I had lost more than my way when I took a wrong turn back - how long ago was it. Years? Years.
I said, "I feel ok." I paused.
"I feel okay but I know I'm not because I've rather lost the idea of what or who I am meant to be."
I imagined her nodding but then, remembering how I often act when I'm concentrating on the phone, I thought she might well be doodling or trying to separate two pieces of paper from a clip - with her free hand - but no, she probably had me on 'speaker.'
"Yes" she said mournfully.
It seemed a hell of a thing to lay on someone who must be young enough to be my daughter - not that I've ever seen myself as responsible enough to... But I dragged my attention back to what had to be said.
"I can 'Do Gender' but it seems that I've lost the knack of Being gendered."
Was I sounding too calm? I didn't sound calm. I didn't actually say those words. I expressed anger and exhaustion. I apologised for digressing. She sounded relieved to have something to reassure me about. "It's alright" she said.
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From LJ 20 Feb: - 2004
She asked, "What does it feel like - how do you feel?"
A consultation with one's doctor by telephone seems natural to me but I had just admitted to my new GP that I don't go out much. I say, 'it's my choice', and it is, to a degree. I never cared for winter. But I had to admit I had lost more than my way when I took a wrong turn back - how long ago was it. Years? Years.
I said, "I feel ok." I paused.
"I feel okay but I know I'm not because I've rather lost the idea of what or who I am meant to be."
I imagined her nodding but then, remembering how I often act when I'm concentrating on the phone, I thought she might well be doodling or trying to separate two pieces of paper from a clip - with her free hand - but no, she probably had me on 'speaker.'
"Yes" she said mournfully.
It seemed a hell of a thing to lay on someone who must be young enough to be my daughter - not that I've ever seen myself as responsible enough to... But I dragged my attention back to what had to be said.
"I can 'Do Gender' but it seems that I've lost the knack of Being gendered."
Was I sounding too calm? I didn't sound calm. I didn't actually say those words. I expressed anger and exhaustion. I apologised for digressing. She sounded relieved to have something to reassure me about. "It's alright" she said.
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