I should make a point of clarification. These observations are not, in fact, coming from a padded cell. They are merely written as part of my medical/mental treatment plan.
Since a mental and physical breakdown last week, I am taking two weeks off to be a part of a depression and anxiety group. And after that, I am asking for three additional weeks off. After which, the plan is to submit my two weeks notice and return to South Dakota (with-ideally-a job offer from the State of South Dakota as an emergency management specialist....just putting that out to the universe.)
Breakthrough moments today-
- THE Chiropractor. Amazingly brief and painful, but brought a certain level of blessed relief from my dislocated pelvis. (Note to self-pay Brenda for the 1300 mile diagnosis). Two horrendous pops, a few grunt laden groans and tears and I could walk out almost normally.
- Do I like being sick? Is it not the perfect excuse for bad moods and avoidance. Gonna need to work on that.
So there is my first journaling. For this round of mental and substance abuse. I really like I can do this on a computer. I'll actually be able to read this, whereas my entries from treatment in 2007 are most likely illegible. Last night I started a doodle. And I've totally blown off homework.
I did watch The Rescuers, just because. And while searching for a funny ecard on dysfunctional families for Kevin I stumbled upon a website with 42 of the most ludicrous, hilarious signs that I've ever sign. Even beats the vortex sign in Sedona. And i posted it on Facebook. Which I never do. Laughter is the best medicine. But narcotic drugs are nice too. Time to pop mine. But I am not washing them down with vodka!