I didn’t sleep much last night, thoughts of what would face me today raced through my head and in all honesty I was scared. I got up arouund 8, had what will hopefully be my last ever slice of ice cold soggy toast and sat in the window sill by my room pondering what the day would bring. My favourite HCA chatted with me, and put me at ease for a little while. She had to go out with another patient though so once I was on my own again, my crappy head ran riot.
My psychologist found me sobbing in my room at 11 and we discussed my fears at the start of our session. I can’t really explain what the tears were about; I think just sheer fear of returing to the life that broke me in the first place, and the community mental health team that let me down before (although I have my own care co-ordinator now). I was however reassured that I wouldn’t just be abandoned following discharge. The psychologist can offer me 3 outpatient appointments but she’s going to ask her boss if she can do a couple more.. I’ll find out on Wednesday when I go in for my final review.
This morning I didn’t want to leave but luckily, as it happens, after I asked about going home, I was left sitting around for hours for my TTO’s (meds to take home) to be written up. During this agonising wait, other patients kicked off and were generally just difficult to be around. Why on earth would I want to stay in a place with such unrest when I can be in my own home, with my own things and my own space.
By the time my TTO’s were written up, I was not exactly ready but definitetly determined to leave. My favourite HCA had chatted with me again, gave me a reassuring hug and a little confidence boost. My named nurse who is also amazing, gave me my meds, another reassuring hug and much needed words of encouragment. They were both there for me today when I needed them most.
So with a knot in my stoamch and my last possesions on my back I headed off to the train station. It’s now bedtime, and I’ve found this evening o.k. It still feels a little forced and sureal, and I can’t stop wondering what they’re upto on the ward. My son however has showered me with hugs and kisses and has proven this evening that he missed me. OH did as he had promised and saw a GP today, and sorted out his childcare vouchers.
I’m heading off to bed now, glad that I’ve been given some PRN to take home. I’m not quite confortable here yet. I do however realise that I can’t fix anything whilst I’m an inpatient. Therefore I need to cope, because I need to be discharged on Wed as planned to set about altering my future for the better.
Loopy x.
What really happens in somones head? 