Today is already a good day. Why the hell would I say that on a PICU? Because I’m finally out of isolation. Since Friday evening I’ve been in a dingy room, cut off from other people. I was happily awoken by a nurse today to say my COVID result has come through, negative. And I … Continue reading Happy Times – Why the Hell in a PICU?!
4 nights in… still not moved onto the main ward, but finally had my PCR test done yesterday, so I’ll either move over there tomorrow or day after. It has made the worst kind of difference waiting all this time in the plain cream cracker-blandest kind of room. But instead of just moaning about how … Continue reading Psychiatric Intensive Care Update
So, it’s been like having a surprise party – without the party. Although my lived experience of mental health is extensive, one place I’ve never, ever been is on a PICU (Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit). I only found out on Friday, 4 hours before I was due to be transported 3 hours away. It’s the … Continue reading First Experience on a PICU Ward
Eyesight observations (level 3) means being watched by a staff member at all times (they rotate of course). It’s nothing new to me but it’s new for me to share what it feels like. Combine babysitting with a really loyal friend not leaving your side, with being stalked and also being constantly assessed as a … Continue reading What it’s like being on Eyesight Observations on a Mental Health Unit…
Helloooo to you all, 8 days short of a year since blogging! The question is, in what size nutshell could I summarise what’s occurred since then? Walnut? Pistachio? I’m not even sure what other nuts come in shells (could Google it, but I won’t fake my intelligence) so we’ll go with the first, slightly chunkier … Continue reading Facing a ‘Personality Disorder’ Diagnosis