I know it’s only just November but is it Christmas Eve?? It is for me, anyway. So as I began some exercise with the personal trainer here (probs mid-lunge) I was invited into my ward round. I’ve been put on 15-minute checks now rather than constant observation. Tick. There is a bed available on my home ward, and I’m only bloody going back tomorrow or today! So if I end up being able to go tomorrow, it is Christmas Eve, but if I get to go today it’s an unexpected early Christmas. That’s how I’m going to take it anyway, just in case it’s not today.
I’ll cope as if I’m going tomorrow and not get my hopes up. I’ve managed 18 days now, so what’s another one?
As long as I get just one of my grounds leave today to power-walk round the hospital, I’ll be happy.
It deffo helps relieve stress and puts me in a better mindset for the rest of the day. But who knows? If there’s incidences going on, it requires more staff and nurses, so they can’t sign the paperwork. And I’ve been asking since 10 so it’s hard to know. That makes me very anxious not knowing when things are happening. I’m much better when I can plan, which I’m sure others are too. But I’m not acting negatively so that’s what counts.
Breeeeeaaaathe. Stay patient. It’s painful sometimes though.
Another decent day of activities. DBT group and then painting the garden. Literally painting it – mayhem. Bits on the fences, the bricks. Originally when I proposed the idea it was to altogether produce something on the back wall to compliment the pink and blue bench in the middle. But it was a free for all and I know everyone was having fun so that’s the main thing. I painted two little butterflies to try and fit the colour scheme, anyway.
That’s all I’ve got for you today!