People here like consitency.
It’s very evident at meal times.
Like Pavlov’s dog, they all storm to the glass doors of the dinning area at the exact time that the meal is to be served.
I don’t blame them.
I crave consistency too.
The nurses changed my medication times and that has me frazzled. I worry that it’s going to affect my mind even more. I don’t like that I have to remind them to give me my lithium. I know that they’re just trying to test me; to see if I’m being a responsible and compliant patient. I already know that they are questioning my low lithium level. No matter how much I tell them that I am indeed taking it, they won’t believe me. Bipolar patients are notorious for discontinuing medications.
I also don’t like how inconsitent the moods are around here…..
I’ll leave it at that
I can see the worry in Shawn’s face no matter how much he hides it behind a Tim Horton’s cup. He’s trying so hard to make things feel normal.
Today he snuck in my iPod.
He asked me to look into the photo album and there I found what I’ve been fighting for.
Life, a beautiful one, outside these walls and outside of my head.
When he left, I begrungedly slid the iPod back into his pocket.
I want to go home.