Yesterday was a bad day. I think I’d gone past the line of all rational sense and I remember vaguely calling V for help. I later walked over to see her. I was highly strung, anxious. She suggested that the pdoc assessed me for more medication perhaps. We talked for almost an hour, and I agreed, and we walked over to the block where the doc was working out of. She waited with me – which was a comfort, to have her constantly there.
When we saw the doc, I was given 10mg Olanzapine and some Lorazepam to ease the anxiety and fear. Then they said I couldn’t be allowed to go home alone, so it was a choice of being admitted to the ward overnight or to go stay with someone. I called C who fortunately said I could stay with her. After taking the drugs I was pretty much floating away anyway, so I remember everything else through more fog.
I must have arrived at C’s around 6pm. And I went straight to bed and slept like a log until this morning.
My pistons still aren’t all firing today.