Still writing these from the hospital. Part of me wants to be humourous and say Psych Ward, Loony Bin, Funny Farm, or some other slang for mental health facility but I use humour as a defense and maybe it is time to let all those defenses down for the moment.
I had a consult with a facility that specializes in treating depressive disorders like I have. The Caseworker from this hospital had gotten this started and had even found out a bed was available. She had done good work getting it that far.
Well, 5 minutes into the consult they told me because I have a bad foot and have to walk with a cane that they cannot accept me. Their words were “We cannot accept that risk” so I am back to square 1. I am here at this hospital still which one way is a good thing. If I were home I would either be in the process of doing what I had planned or I would have done it already. I have done my homework on that front an and I so I would have finished what I I am still thinking is a good thing for me.
Well, tomorrow back to square 1 for treatment. If I continue to feel like am playing against a stacked deck trying to at least do something about this then I know what the good thing has to be.
As always I welcome feedback, comments, rebuffs, and other messages