Hospital computer access…woo hoo
Suprisingly since my last admission, the hospital has bought a computer for patients …and it has internet access. Only ONE computer though, in the 71 bed hospital. But as a great chunk of the hospital is mental patients and geriatric patients, so far I haven’t encountered much competition to use it.
And it’s mega modern and FAST. It’s great. No messenger though. That’s probably for the best.
Well I came in last night. About 6pm. Darkness is always hard for me. It makes me scared and depressed. So coupled with feeling alone, in a new environment, and like I’d made the wrong decision, I was quite upset and cried a lot. In my room. yeah well. I think I feel better now. I know it takes time to adjust.
I keep trying to remember not what the opposing sides of my brain say (you aren’t sick you shouldn’t be here…you are sick but you still shouldn’t be here) and listen to a new THIRD part of my brain which hopefully is more rational and stable, and tells me what is a better truth.
That is, the thrid part of my brain tells me that I am sick, and that being here is the right thing to do, because it’s going to help. Of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean that I think I deserve to be here….just that in some way I think it will help.
I met some of the other girls. One young girl was here when I was here last. She’s still in the same room. She hasn’t gotten better. She’s been in here (WITHOUT any sort of discharge and re-admission)…permanently since January I think. That’s a LONG time to be in here. Many of the girls have given up thinking she’s going to get better. Hmmm. she needs a change somewhere. To push her into recovery. Because at the moment she’s not living at all. Only existing.
I haven’t eaten any meals since I’ve been here. And everynight when they put the next days photcopied menu sheet in my room, I make sure my eyes don’t read any of it. I douse it fully in water in the sink, and screw it up and walk a long ways to a waste paper basket in the other wing, and throw it out. Tonight they got me another copy and told me I had to fill it out as was part of the program. I said I couldn’t look at it, and they could fill it out with whatever I’m supposed to order (follwing the dietician’s meal plan of one protein, one carb etc etc). the 2 nurses said, no, we can’t fill it out. I started crying and said I want to talk to my Dr then, becuase I really can’t do it.
I’ve never done this (screwing up my menu form) before. But I can’t facing looking at it. Or ordering. Or eating. I am lining up and getting my meals but I won’t look at it. And I’ll sit there wondering how on earth this is going to change. But I have faith it will.
Apparently my admitting psych doctor thought I was requesting re-admission when I saw him for the outpatient appt last week. I WASN’T. I was intending on beginning oupatient sessions with him again. He didn’t think this, and so errounously assumed I wanted admission. When he said, "So it’s okay if I put you on the waiting list?". I just ummed and ahhed, and turned my head away and said, okay. Now I know that he thought I was requesting it, it makes me feel like maybe he wouldn’t have suggested it just naturally. Pah, I know I shouldn’t be thinking like that.
I already had my GP and other long-term psych suggesting IP admission left right and centre and calling hopsitals. So surely that is justification enough in my mind.
Anyway…Off to watch TV. The meals of the day are over. Hmm, except supper. More coffee. Yum.
I am finding the groups helpful by the way. And I am reading "How to recover and face your eating disorder blah blah blah" books. I think every bit of input and exposure and environment change I have is like a raindrop of recovery falling into an empty bucket.
Gradually, very gradually, that water is going to add up.
im so glad you’ve gotten help, now all you have to do is help yourself for the doctors to be able to help you. I hope things get better, and i hope you can beat this. take care hun xoxoxoxo
That third part of your brain is saying good things – keep listening to it! It sounds like your mindset has changed a little towards a place where you’re able to benefit from the help you are given. Keep collecting those waterdrops!
well at least you have somewhere to write, good luck, take care xxx
good luck. it shows that you’re strong, just getting yourself in there. just keep working your program..you’ll be fine 🙂
who cares what the docter thinks? like you siad for the other girl in the hospital, you needed a push; take hold of it.be well,
Good luck on recovery. I know how hard it is. I spent 6 weeks inpatient in May. Its hard to fill out meal plans,luckily we just had to pick out of 2 foods for each meal,which one we liked better…it made it less stressful
Elizabeth. I think you sould give the internet and this diary a break for a while unless absolutely necessary. Coming on here and participating in discussions with ED girls (who aren’t positive towards recovery) is going to undermine the hard work of your treatment team. Does your psych know what you get up to online?
after reading this entry i went back and read the previous and its notes. it is quite astonishing how ignorent ppl can be, assuming that their perception is the only possible view point. Im very sorry you were so discuraged. Do what you need to do to get things str8. i would like to be added to your faves please -Max
I think every bit of input and exposure and environment change I have is like a raindrop of recovery falling into an empty bucket. -i like that