I'm STILL my own worst nightmare
A page in the diary "A Day in the Life Of..."
Written by babz 12. Jan 2008 11:46 AM
I'm on leave again today. After my leave on Wednesday I got back to hospital and was so freaked out that I had to be heavily sedated, so my doctor has got me going out as much as possible (without interfering with therapy program) so the transition back to the 'real' world isn't any harder than it needs to be. I'm still feeling pretty sedated, so apologies if parts (or all) of this don't make sense.
I'm still on the Seroquel, but my doctor has added Tegretol (mood stabiliser) as well. It isn't working yet, but it apparently takes a while. I'm getting really sick of these mood swings.
I'm getting sick of the whole hospital thing, I really am. I still don't understand WHY in the name of all that is good they need to wake me up at 7:30 when nothing happens until 10:30 on weekdays or at all on the weekends. The days are long, and they are boring. I have started coming out of my room a bit and sitting with the smokers - I decided the second hand smoke was worth the company.
I'm really kicking myself for forcing myself to do my summer uni subject - I am totally going to fail. I haven't done ANYTHING and the exam is in three weeks (worth 40%), quiz in two weeks (10%) and 2500 word essay due on Monday (50%). I called the unit chair and explained the situation and thank god he was one of those lecturers that is actually human as well. He said that as long as I have the paperwork from my doctor (which I do - and I hope my doctor tried to make it sound worse than it is, cause what he wrote is really, really depressing) that it can be sorted out that I have as long as I need, except for the exam.
That is a huge weight off my shoulders, but I still feel really guilty. When it comes to my expectations of myself, I feel as if special consideration is a cop out. In reality, I know it isn't, but I can't help beating myself up about it. I am also reaching that stage where I feel like I'm being a cop out in hospital. Like 'oh, I feel horrible, I'm going to block it all out by taking a PRN'. I'm my own worst nightmare, and I know that when used correctly PRN medication is a valuable part of treatment, but I can't help but beat myself up for being weak. I'm also beating myself up because of the amount of things I've had to cancel/reschedule/make special provisions for because of this hospitalisation. I'm at the 'pull yourself together and snap the f**k out of it' stage that I go through - again with the being my own worst nightmare.
Doctors won't give me a straight answer about when I can go home, but oh well. If I keep putting on my 'I'm doing OK' mask they'll hopefully let me go soon. Life doesn't stop just cause I've dropped the ball, and I don't want to get too far behind.