Yesterday was an awesome day for me, if slightly worrisome. First of all, I was contacted by my physician, who let me know that my screening for Significant Mental Illness (SMI) results were in. I’m officially nutters. 🙂 But of course, you all knew that. This is a great relief to me, because it means
There are so many logical things to fear. Death, illness, loss. But why do I fear some of the most basic human things? Let me be clear. I don’t think I have cancer all the time. I don’t (usually) jump at small sounds. No, I’m terrified of appearing normal. I am mortified at the thought
My memory is shot. I am having a terrible time remembering anything, including my meds, my routine, and where I put my mandolin (it’s not like it’s hiding under a shoe!). I’m getting a bit frustrated with all of this, because it means I am also forgetting to post! Please bear with me while I
There are days when I wish I could just shove this picture into people’s faces, and run away. It would be fun to see their reactions.
Last night, I was able to go advocate for a friend. Another member of the support group took her to the hospital, and I stayed with her until she was admitted. It was quite the wait, and I slept in (oops!) but it was totally worth it. I can’t stress enough how important satellite support
This year, our Valentine’s Day celebration is soured by the harsh reality that one of our dogs is nearing death. It has become time to talk to the kids as they also have to deal with a reality that they are not completely capable of handling. Clara has been a constant through very tough times
I knew that the euphoria that Rory felt after coming home from the hospital wouldn’t last. I knew his lack of depression also wouldn’t last. But since on his new medications, he sees and experiences the world through a whole new lens, and I think that is catching up with him. I wasn’t sure what
So, this is the follow up to “So, I Was at the Hospital” I was quickly evaluated the second day. It was determined that I would be moved to the other side of the ward, meaning that I would be with the less serious patients, or the “safe ones.” This became quickly apparent that I
This is the second of the 2 songs that I was obsessed with before my hospital visit. Enjoy? It’s the Smith’s song “Sing Me to Sleep” I think it’s going to be pretty obvious why I was stuck on it.
This is one of the two songs I was kind of obsessing over before I went into the hospital. It’s about escape, and I relate pretty strongly to the verses, even individually, as poetry. Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car” (Specifically sung by Boyce Avenue feat. Kina Grannis is my favorite rendition) You got a fast car