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hate doctors in this country. Well, not all of them, obviously, but the one's I've dealt with lately (for which read, over the last two years). Doesn't help that I have to tell every single one the same thing and go through the same tests - which, I swear, I could do to myself at this point - and then explain everything that someone else has already suggested or tried or said and... Is it really that hard for *someone* to just go read my damn file? It shouldn't take six months to convince them I saw a consultant in Coventry, just because no-one will go look for the damn paper letter.

All of which led to: as far as we can tell, there's nothing wrong with you, but why don't you try physiotherapy again? To which: (a) yes there is, or I wouldn't be in pain all the time, my knee wouldn't give out when I step off a train, and I wouldn't have had to give up several things I love because I can't bend down and stand up any longer and (b) I went. It made it worse. That'd be one of the things in my file that no-one ever looks at.

On a brighter note, anyone still looking for a dreamwidth invite code? Apparently I have some to hand out :o) I guess if you're here and you want an account you have one, but I don't know. I know *someone* emailed me asking for one when I didn't have one, but can I find the email? Of course not. So if it was you, however you stumbled on me, email me again.