So, I have had another interesting morning with my local Crisis Team.
I eventually phoned them (under parental duress relating to Dad's general stress about leaving on time) at 10:45. I was rewarded by a lecture from a nurse about the fact that, "we had 22 people to phone this morning so you can't really expect us to phone at exactly 9". I did try to explain that ordinarily I wouldn't mind but I was specifically told to expect a phone call before 10 for a good reason. Anyway, apparently the nurse I saw was all talk. There was no note that the team psychiatrist should see me, nor one suggesting that anyone make an appointment with me or call in the near future at all.
Once she had calmed down, the nurse on the phone was very nice and arranged an appointment for me on Friday at 11 so that I don't have to hang around waiting for any more phone calls. She acknowledged (without me having to say so) that I have obviously been badly let down by the team as a whole and apologised.
So I'm pretty angry about the whole thing and beginning to wonder if continued contact with this team is making my day-to-day low moods worse than they would be if I'd never seen a doctor last week.
We're in the car on the way to the funeral, so I can't do anything more until Friday. Have to look after the family now.
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