I saw my surgeon today after they woke me up to schedule an appt. I rushed in the office, not having coffee or something to eat. Surgeon said the swelling is the chest wall so that is good. I changed my pcp appt to in person as I was in the area. After the surgeon, I went to Starbucks for a mocha.
I sat outside my pcp’s office building as I had some time to kill. I was in a bitchy mood. I just wanted to sleep. I had a rough time sleeping (see previous post). I was still in pain with my chest and leg. I finished the mocha and went upstairs. I forgot what floor the clinic was on so hit the wrong button. I was feeling really depressed. My pcp came in and said she saw my message to my psychiatrist. We talked about what to do and I agreed to go inpatient on Monday. I figure that will be better trying to get a bed than today or tomorrow.
I came home and looked for my backpack. I found it in my closet. It had some clothes in it. I took it out. Also had a journal. No idea when I started writing in it. I still haven’t opened it. I don’t really care. I messaged my therapist and she didn’t understand. Told her bed availability might be better Mon and haven’t heard back from her. I don’t care. I then took a nap. I slept pretty good. Now I don’t know if I will sleep tonight.
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