I am recently home from a week stay in the hospital. I needed some adjustment on my medicine and I was pretty sick. After I got on the correct medicine I felt better and wanted to go home.
I looked like a completely different person from the one who checked into the hospital on the day I left. I was laughing and even joking a bit. I was glad to go home. My doctor said he wanted me to stay a bit longer but he knew I would follow up with my regular doctor so I was allowed to leave.
This is my fifth day home. Nothing has changed really on the outside. People still are who they are. I find I am having a difficult time dealing with some things. I can feel the sadness right behind my eyes, waiting to spill over. But I can also feel myself holding it back with all my skills I have learned.
I am still lonely sometimes. People are at work or busy and don’t have time to talk with me. This is life, toots.
I go back to my doctor today. Maybe he will tweak the meds. If not, I need to work on my coping skills even more than I have been. I need a thicker shield. Personally, I hope he can tweak the meds.
Either way, life goes on.