A Busy Week

Friday, January 16, 2009 – 2:20 P.M.  This seems to be more like a weekly journal, rather than a daily one, but I have been unusually busy these past few days.   One week ago, I saw my psychiatrist in order to get some new medicine. He asked if I was taking the medicine as I should, and I said yes. Of course, that was not exactly the truth on my part. He told me that on the way out I should make another appointment for two months. I had been somewhat stressed out that week, so I somehow managed overlook doing that, and accidentally passed the receptionist without making another appointment. It looks like I will have to do that by phone in the next week or two.   I saw my doctor on Monday, which was a good thing because my home healthcare nurse had seen me earlier in the morning, and she and made some mistakes that were causing me to have a lot of pain by the time I did see my doctor. He managed to get things cleared up for me, and then asked when I was going to try and get another home healthcare agency. I said that I was working on it. He said he would have his social worker start working with me.   On Monday night, I was unable to get any sleep at all. By the time the next morning rolled around, I was barely able to keep my eyes open. Because of that, I wound up canceling my physical therapy appointment.   I saw my psychologist on Wednesday afternoon. My ride got me there half an hour early, and the person my psychologist was supposed to see before me, failed to show up, which meant that I was able to get an extra half hour of counseling. We talked about a number of things that had been happening during the previous week. Following that, she reminded me that I had said something last week about needing to talk with her concerning the sexual abuse that I have had in the past. That was the kind of nudge I needed in order to get me talking about that.   Most of the conversation centered on the girl who used to help me when I lived in Virginia. I still do not understand why we talked about her, because she did not abuse me, either physically or sexually. We spoke about how she came into my life, the type of relationship we had, and how I somehow managed to fall in love with her. This person got me started on using drugs. We ran out of time for much more discussion, but I am sure we will pick up where we left off when I see her next week.   Yesterday morning I went to see my physical therapist. I will only be seeing her one more time before she quits working with me. That is not by my choice. Both she and my doctor seem to feel that if she did not stop working with me soon, Medicare would put an end to it. She did say that if I am still having problems after two or three months, I could be referred back to her again. She also told me that they are using their pool again, but I know it will not help me now since I am not going back after next Tuesday. My sister wants me to consider seeing a chiropractor, or a massage therapist. Before I can do that, I am going to have to find out whether either one accepts Medicare and Medicaid.   Since I will no longer be getting physical therapy after next week, I am going to have some extra time on my hands. I am going to have to figure out some other way in which to use two days each week.