How to pronounce ciabatta, a rant & phoning the BBC while asleep

I’ve got listings on a website to update but I won’t be able to settle down and do them until I’ve written. I have little idea of what I need to say beyond the opening paragraph but I know I have something to say – whether it’s meaningful or not is unimportant.

I’m wondering if I’m setting off on a manic cycle again and I think I may well be is my ex’s pronunciation of “ciabatta”. I used to tell him that see-a-batta was incorrect and that the “I” made the “c” soft therefore the pronunciation was “cha-bat-ta” but he’d have none of it. His response to my correction was the same every single time – he’d had a couple of terms in a private school so that made him more knowledgeable than me (untrue) even though I took Italian lessons in my 20s.

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Anyway, now that’s out of the way I shall tell you about the letter I got from the mental health trust telling me about the appointment I’ve got with them next week.

I was a bit shocked when I read it because even though the trust purports to provide mental health care the way the letter is written is distinctly uncaring.

It didn’t name the person I was going to see even though a telephone conversation recently and a referral from my GP made it clear that I have far too a complicated “picture” to be seen by a junior doctor. It didn’t even say that I was going to see a doctor just a “mental health practitioner”. What kind of practitioner? Consultant? Junior psychiatrist? Nurse? Occupational health? Student?

I rang and asked who I was going to see and they refused to tell me on the grounds that it may change at the last minute. I reminded them that I had to take two buses to the location which was potentially three hours travelling (for an appointment within a reasonably small city!) and I had a right to know who I was going to see. I eventually got it out of her and I was happy with the person who she said it was and if it changes at the last minute then I’ll have to deal with that if it happens. I won’t cope very well with it but if I want a medication review then I have to do.

I suggested that the letter should name a person with a rider that says it could change at the last minute to be asked, “Who would that benefit?” I gave her the tired spiel about anxiety and enabling people mental health problems to feel empowered and valued but apparently the staff are too busy for all that. Or at least the clerical staff are anyway.

The bloke I’m seeing (fingers crossed) is a great person and I will raise it with him when I’ve finished bending his ear and asking for more drugs and he will listen to me. Why am I so sure he’ll listen to me? He will because I told him of how I’d made a phone call in my sleep and had no memory of it when my call was returned and he told me that when he was a student he’d rang the BBC in his sleep (his brother witnessed it) and asked to speak to his mother who didn’t work for the BBC…