I hate summer

I hate summer

Today was a hot typical summer day. I hate it. I hate sweating. But I had to go out for therapy. I went to Starbucks first to get my espresso and some breakfast/lunch. I wrote in my journal to pass the time. It was freezing in Starbucks but I didn’t mind. It was better than outside. It was muggy, which was good when I left to go to my therapist’s office. I hate his waiting room because it’s stuffy. The AC was on but not high enough for me.

I talked to him about going in the hospital. He wanted me to think about if there was a way I could have the elements of the hospital without going in. I don’t think so. The hospital has always been my safety net when things are rough. He wasn’t for or against it. We moved on and he started picking at his nails. I am going to bring a nail clipper the next session. It was good to talk to him but I am feeling like going in the hospital would be a good idea. I will probably go in Wed. I had my mother take out the ground beef so I could make my gravy. I’ll do that tomorrow.

I came home and the house was just disgustingly hot and muggy. I think it was cooler outside. My shirt was stuck on me that I had a hard time taking it off for a dryer one. I thought about a shower but my ankle would have divorced me. It didn’t like me for some reason. I didn’t do anything more than I normally do on a Monday. But I think the heat makes my pain worse. It’s supposed to be really muggy tomorrow so making a sauce is going to be so much fun. I will put in fresh basil from the garden. I love making it. It’s one of the few things I am good at.

I just emailed my psych to let her know I will be going in on Wed. and to let her know about what my therapist thinks about it, which is nothing useful. I told her I think talking to a turnip would be better. Least she will laugh. I just need to come up with an excuse to tell my mother about going in. Thing I HATE getting asked when I go in is “why now?”, like you aren’t being admitted unless you answer this question because yesterday you were ok and now you aren’t. Fucking assholes. I need to go in because I feel it’s in my best interest, you dumbfuck, unless you want me to suicide. That can be arranged. Seriously don’t know who comes up with these stigmatizing questions.

I am hoping that I can get both of my pain meds during the admission, if I need it. I definitely need my regular pain med or I will go through withdrawal which won’t be nice. I experienced that once and that was enough for me.

I got my cell bill today and it’s $4 more this month than last. All because of stupid administration fee, whatever the fuck that is. Unreal. My cable bill unexpectedly went up $8 so I am dishing more for something I don’t even use. Only time I watch TV/cable is when I want to watch a baseball game. Other than that, I can care less. My mother watches her shows so I mostly just pay to keep her happy as she pays my internet. Guess it’s a trade off.

I’m glad I am in my AC’d room cooling off. I lowered the temp on the AC to freezing. It’s funny, I love being cold in the summer but don’t care for it during the winter. I think it’s a different kind of cold, though I prefer being cold than having my room be a sauna like it was last winter. I needed my window open to let the cold air in. And when I put on long sleeves, my mother wanted to turn up the heat. NO THANKS! I’m good.

About G. Collerone

suicide attempt survivor writing about the hopelessness that accompanies depression that no one likes to talk about. also writing about my daily struggle with chronic pain and how it affects my suicidality
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4 Responses to I hate summer

  1. I kindred soul. I wonder sometimes if a some of us are still healing from prior life catastrophic events. I’ve tried to understand why I’m seem and feel so different. Sending Peace

  2. G. Collerone says:

    That weather sucks!! I love the same, 50s and cloudy. The hosp keeps me safe so I know I can’t act on my impulses. It’s been a long while since I tried to attempt, but I constantly plan and think about it. It gets really harder when you hear voices telling you to take a bottle of pills, which is why I am here.

  3. I loathe summer. It’s 98 with humidity heat index 105. Dogs left outside will die in this heat. I love thunderstorms, snowstorms and hurricanes. Happiest when it’s in the 50s and cloudy.
    I’m alone 20 hours out of the day 6 days a week. I never leave the house. I’m disabled. I’ve been hospitalized. Last time was Suicide attempt. God was I pissed off I was still here when the paramedics brought me round. Roomate got off work early. I’m really curious what the hospital does for you. I hated it. Are you in US? I’m genuinely interested. Maybe I’m missing something. Anyway wishing you peace and Goodwill.

  4. manyofus1980 says:

    awe i hate cold! I love the heat. I didnt know you’d be going in I’m sorry things got to this point. My heart is with you I’ll be thinking of you and sending all of my love. xo

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