'The Woods' (which isn't it's actual name) is in Somerset and doesn't specialise in eating disorder's and isn't a clinic. People just live here whilst they are having crisis' and then you have external therapy etc as required. But it means there are people that cook food and put it on the table at set times of day and expect me to make an effort to eat it. They also sit up with me when I'm crying about wanting to die. Most of the time it is just a 'normal' family home with some extra crazies living there :P
I went to the GP this afternoon, which I was quite scared about (getting weighed etc. in the afternoon, in clothes) anyway she is writing the referral letter and I need to call the surgery to book a dietitian appointment tomorrow. Dun dun dun. Pretty worried. But happy. But scared. Also I hate her scales because they aren't digital and they weighed me more than my super fancy digital ones.
I can't remember if I wrote about fainting in my last post or not but I've been fainting a lot.
In more exciting news I'm seeing Lily on Saturday :) which is good, not only because I haven't seen her for 6 weeks but also because I'd be home just with one of the volunteers here and I don't really want to be... she pisses me off a lot, largely just because I'm irritable. She is a group therapist and talks like a therapist ALL THE TIME.