Hi
I'd like to start this post by apologising for not posting as often as I said I would.
I'm sure you can understand that things can become a little difficult in hospital.
I'm experiencing some strange feelings about my existence and how insignificant I am.
I am constantly comparing my sense of self to a placebo (sugar pill) in that I am only here to lead people into believing l make some sort of a difference to their lives.
I am a void in space and time, torn from what is widely accepted as matter. Not a gap, but a hole in the shape of the self.
Enough about that. I want to talk more about my life as a patient.
The hospital staff are wonderful here. Its so easy to become upset in the heat of the moment such as when I am denied PRN medication (irregular medication that is given if it is needed) but their decisions are always good ones; I suppose that's why they're in the job.
I plan to write my piece out for Mind Charity today (guest spot in their blog) so when I find out about publication I'll let you know.
May I ask something of you?
I'd like to hear from you, questions, things you'd like me to include.
The mental plans for my book are finally starting to take shape and so will soon be written down as a guide for producing a first draft.
I'm excited to start the project.
I hope you are all well and enjoying your day.
Again, I am sorry for not posting as often as I said and I'll try to rectify the problem.
Thanks for reading.
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I've had problems getting PRN medications too (I have clinical depression and anxiety). A nurse told me that tissues were at the nurses station and not the beds so we could talk it out with the nurses. Same for anxiety meds - talk it with the nurses instead of medicate. I suppose it has taught me something. More coping mechanisms.
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