The bad and the good
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
January 6th I had a complete meltdown/flare up of mental health symptoms... to the extent my niece took me to the ER, where I was given the option of either voluntary admission if I wanted more control over my discharge plan... or the on call doctor would do an involuntary admission, where I would have little to no control over discharge. No other options were available at that point. I was in too much distress. So I signed myself in as a voluntary admission. It took me a full week to start feeling back on an even keel and then I had to stay two more days both to run out the 72 hour discharge notice I submitted, and for the NP I saw to see that I could string together a couple of good days. I was released 1/15/20.
The day after I was released I had to go to Jamestown for a medical test that had been scheduled for two months, and Friday I had an appointment with my therapist. Monday I had a follow up mammogram and ultrasound (no significant changes... yay!), Tuesday I had another appointment with my therapist, followed by an appointment with my neurologist, and a short field trip to Rochester to hear a presentation on criminal justice data gathering and bail reform (a hot topic here in NY), and today I had an appointment with my psychiatrist and group therapy... and tomorrow I have a follow up appointment for the test I had last week. And tomorrow I am starting to pack up my apartment! We talk a lot about stress being stress... whether it’s good or bad... it’s still stress. So, my good stress is that I found a new apartment and will be moving in two months. Thank goodness! I have been talking about wanting to move for months and yet not really doing anything about it, but I finally got off my duff and made things happen. I get the keys March 1st, but I plan to take a full month to make the move. (I own a lot of books... a LOT of books, and I want to pack them in alphabetical order like I have them shelved, which takes more time than just tossing them in a box...). It will also be physically easier to move bit by bit than one big push from which I would have to spend a week recovering, lol.
While I am packing and recovering from my hospital stay I have been staying at my dad’s house whenever possible. I can actually sleep here, and I feel comfortable. I have high hopes for the new apartment too.
I haven’t been good about tracking food or exercise for the past two weeks (no access when I was in the hospital, and just haven’t gotten back into the groove), but I am starting to get back into it on a more regular basis. I know it helps me stay on track. I will get there again.
Wherever you are in the world I hope you have a marvelous night!