Song: “Johnny B. Rotten” by The Monks
Mood: A solid 8.
I didn’t sleep very well last night. It was partially because of the brightness in my room but mostly because I was excited. The pass had gone so well and I was sure I was ready to be discharged.
This afternoon, Dr W did just that. We had a short chat, talked about medication changes, and then he sent the discharge paperwork to my nurse. J picked me up at about 4:15PM and we were home for supper by 5.
It’s been a good day.
This most recent admission lasted twelve days. I’m still a little embarrassed that it’s my fourth admission but I’m feeling stronger and happier than I have for a while now. No more days spent almost entirely in bed. No more time spent hating myself because I wasn’t able to get out of bed and do anything. I feel pretty good.
I’m also going to devote more time to listening to what my brain is trying to tell me. With luck, that’ll help me deal with and turn around my mood dips before they become free-falls. It’s scary how quickly my mind can go off the rails so I really want to try and catch it before it does.