Tales From The Ward, Part II

Day 8

Didn’t get quite as much sleep last night – there was yelling and thumping at about 11PM that woke me up. I was able to get back to sleep and finally woke up at around 6:20AM. Makes for about seven and a half hours of sleep. Not too bad.

My eyes feel like someone poured salty sand into them this morning. Plus, I have a giant pimple on my forehead. Ouch.

Had some nightmares last night – all about work. Need to talk to someone about that I think.

A is my nurse again this morning. That’s good.

Sounds like a lot of people are back from passes. Much louder and more bustle around here this morning.

Another freak-out by that same guy. I must admit that those incidents bother me quite a bit.

Having some bad thoughts. Spoke with A, she was very helpful as always.

Group this morning was about what we wanted to challenge ourselves with this week. I said I’d like to recognize panic attacks sooner so I can stop them.

Feeling pretty down today. Looking forward to J and Mom visiting.

Pollock for lunch. Choked half of it down. Man, I hate fish. I can always ask them to put me on a no-fish diet but I’ll try it for a bit longer.

Group this afternoon was about the KonMari method of organizing. Worth a look!

The guy doing all the yelling lately was transferred out during group. I hope he gets the help he needs.

Supper was veal, mashed potato, peas, and mango pieces for dessert.

Meeting with Dr W went well. He says I need to get the work stuff figured out. I agree.

Feeling quite down.

Evening nurse is P. Seems pretty laid-back.

Had a difficult but very good visit with J and Mom. Spent most of it crying but it was so good to talk and the hugs were very therapeutic. I’m so lucky to have such a supportive family!


Stay safe!

Tales From The Ward, Part I

I kept a journal from the times when I was in the hospital so I figured that I’d post excerpts from some of the entries every once in a while. I can’t name or even describe people or their actions, so everything is going to be limited to me and what I went through.

Okay, here we go…


Day 1

I arrived in the evening, after being in the ER at one hospital for a physical evaluation, a Crisis Centre for my initial psych evaluation, and spending overnight at another hospital’s psych unit. The staff at the front desk were very friendly and patient with me. They got me hospital clothes and socks and locked all of my regular clothes up. I met my psychiatrist, Dr W. He seems OK.

I’m in Room 17. It’s got three walls, a curtain, a little desk with no chair, a hospital bed, and some shelving. I wonder how I go about getting a chair. Maybe it takes time before I can have one.

Dr W wants to change the medications I’m on. That’s what – 3 changes now at least? At least I’m not on things I don’t need anymore. It seems my GP didn’t know what he was doing. Might need to change doctors once I’m out of here.

I’m a little frightened. The staff is great but the environment is strange and many of the residents are quite ill. I’ve tried saying hello several times but have mostly been ignored or only given the briefest of glances.

My nurse this evening is C. She’s very nice (like the other staff). She’ll be the one who gives me my medication this evening. I’ve got to admit – I have no idea how to act or what to say around the others.

I hope things go well.


Stay safe!