Social/They Aren't Happy with Me (Day 6)

My ex-husband and youngest son came to visit me today. I got hugs from my son. That was so nice! Also, my friend, C, came to see me, as well as K (again). All and all, it was a very nice social day.

I had a migraine, though, and its still not totally gone, even though I got two Immitrex. Dinner is in a few minutes; maybe that will help.

I'm still on "ward" status. That basically is "level zero" even though they don't call it that. That means I have to stay on the floor here and not allowed to leave at all- not even with supervision. That also maybe translates into how soon I might get out of here. I'm not sure, because the last time I was here I don't remember getting moved up and levels and I obviously left.

I also got a shower and am doing laundry. I feel very refreshed! I will read more of my book tonight. I filled out some papers that are required before you leave about what your plans are when you are out for the first 48 hours. Maybe that is a sign? Maybe they are getting ready to let me go? I really don't know. I just know that unless I can say 110% that the thoughts of flying are gone, they aren't happy with me.

On a happier note, we are having another movie, tonight! "Red" with Morgan Freeman. Should be good. There will be popcorn, too!

I Was Interesting, Darn it! (Day 4)

I've been sleeping most of the day away. I did go to two groups, but otherwise I've been reading Carrie by Stephen King or sleeping. It's 7:15 now and I'm half wanting to go back to bed and half thinking I've slept too much. Maybe I'll ask for more pajama bottoms as the ones I have are dirty. I think I'm infinitely here. I called my daughter as its her 14th birthday. They were out to dinner with her dad and grandpa and brothers.

I'm still looking out the windows here thinking of flying out. Its such a peaceful thought.

My dreams have been fun.

They keep coming in my room and giving me lots of Skittles, inhalers, and giving me a shot of Heparin. And they keep asking if I want a nicotine patch! How many times do I have to tell them I don't smoke? Maybe they think I'm lying. Maybe all bipolar people smoke? I don't know.

I think I'm going to be here forever. And I think I'm boring now that I'm on higher meds. Puh. I was interesting manic, darn it!