This is part of a month long series on depression. This post is about my hospital stay. It was much less strange than I anticipated...
We got to wear normal clothes. We got to spend time in our rooms and the common area.
There were finches in the common area. They were super cute.
We got to read and snack and color.
We chatted with each other and with the care team during down time.
Bill and Cara sent me flowers, which made our room feel like home.
We had group sessions - four on Friday and one on Saturday, but they were very laid back. My favorite session was an hour long bingo game.
The doctor visited each of us once a day, and started or, in my case, adjusted, medications. As soon as she felt we were stable enough for outpatient care, we were allowed to go home.
We couldn't be unsafe, but that mostly meant that the team would check on us every so often when we were not in the common area. Also, we could not have pajama pants drawstrings. Or anything else deemed dangerous. I didn't feel monitored, I felt cared for.
And I slept some more.
Post from one year ago today...
September 8, 2016
Next month is a happier topic. I will post all of the pictures you send.