I'm being looked after by the local NHS eating disorders unit atm, but only as out patient with "Go to A&E if you feel unwell" advice. Except it's the never really believing you're sick enough to warrant that... it's the fear that I'll get there and they'll tell me I'm being ridiculous, go home. I guess that's why it has the highest mortality rate of psychiatric conditions, cause even if I were having a heart attack, I'd still attempt to 'ride it out' cause "I'm sure it's nothing, I'm not that sick" so frustrating.
( Bathory, Sat 16 Oct 2010, 20:40, 1 reply)

Surely it's better to hassle them for some attention and take whatever accusations of hypochondria might come your way, than effectively throw up your hands and write your own eulogy as an answer to a random question on a random website. They're there to help, and in my limited experience of the NHS, they do actually give a shit and do a damn fine job - you have to do the difficult part, master the mental side, but surely you can pass the physical bit onto them to sort out, and buy a little time...
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Sun 17 Oct 2010, 0:38, closed)