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[dreamer_easy]

I've just been filing some of my old medical records from the mid-90s. Very odd to "reminisce" about various unpleasant and scary problems - but also rather positive, as the paperwork tells a story of me becoming more pro-active about my health and looking for solutions and reassurance. I started to bring lists of questions to specialists' offices, rather than being struck dumb with terror. I also began ring medication hotlines for information - which may well have saved me from an unwanted pregnancy; Questran and the Pill do *not* mix, despite what my GP told me. (Other GPs have been lifesavers; I found records from when I went ga-ga in my local doctor's office and he sent me to my first shrink *and* gave me my first tranks, bless him.)

I've come a long way, mentally and physically. But I'm still struggling every day.

(A GP is a General Practitioner, for those who call their doctors something else.)