After yesterday’s change of plan it was a mad rush to get blood tests and an ECG done so that the results could be sent to the unit that was offering me an emergency bed for today. The whole day was chaotic, it was my last day at home, and yet I spent much of… Continue reading Another change of plan
I had lost weight at my weigh-in yesterday. I had a phone call after my appointment to say that I could not wait for the bed next Tuesday. I am going to be admitted as an emergency. From nowhere, a bed in a different unit has become available from tomorrow and it looks like that… Continue reading Change of plan
I need to stop losing weight now. My ECG has showed ‘worrying changes’. I am on complete bed rest, not even allowed to walk around the house. I am under strict instructions to drink two supplement milkshakes a day. At the moment I can’t even manage one. But I don’t want to die. I’m so… Continue reading Enough is enough
I am on edge. Each time the phone rings I jump. Is this it? Is this the phone call I’ve been waiting for? The call will come. It could be today, tomorrow, next week… longer? Who knows. I don’t know when it will be. And I don’t know where I will be going. It will… Continue reading Today, tomorrow, next week… longer?
I hardly have any energy today – not for the usual reasons of starvation and sleep deprivation, but because my psychiatrist prescribed me some anti-psychotic medication earlier this week. The idea is to reduce my anxiety so that I can get some sleep, and stay well enough to avoid an admission to an inpatient unit. They… Continue reading Just let me sleep!
It’s a strange week, between Christmas and New Year. According to the ‘British Logic’ Twitter feed, or ‘British Problems’ Facebook page, it seems that most of the country is living off a diet of mince pies and leftover turkey with chocolate and prosecco for breakfast whilst contemplating joining the gym or going for a walk,… Continue reading A week without therapy
Chicken Risotto 