Things are quiet. No doctors. No groups. Nothing. A brief one on one with the nurses but nothing over a few minutes. It’s the same story every time I chat with the nurses. I have gone over my history and what I am experience 2 million times. In the early days I would stress about talking about my symptoms even with Gem (psychiatrist) It was real hard and I’d be filled with anxiety. Fifteen years later I don’t let it bother me. I just tell it how it is. Gem knows what I go through and we rarely talk about my psychotic issues or even my depression and anxiety. My consultations are mostly made up of having a general chat. He always asks me if I’m taking my meds properly, if I’m smoking weed and drinking and how my sleep has been (or not been).
Today he suggested I start taking CBD. That’s weed without the THC high. I’m all for it. Pot has so many benefits. I stopped smoking because the paranoia became too great which is a shame because in all other ways it is a wonderful plant. I’m planning on making a blog on pot but I might have to do it in a series as there is a lot to cover.
Most of the nurses are newbies. Their fresh and eager to learn but they can frustrate me. I miss the good old days when all of the staff knew me really well and we could have some fun banter. My last admission was a while ago so a lot has changed on the ward. At least things haven’t changed with Gem.