My Day at the Crazy House / Beagle Love
Nov. 10th, 2010 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisI spent the first half of the day at Mental Health for group therapy and then my appointment with the medication doctor. Therapy, I found out, is an hour and a half long, not just an hour. Because of that, I had very little time to do anything before it was time for my doctor's appointment. So I went and got gas and a drink, then drove back to MH for my visit with Dr. Smith. It was about a thirty minute wait before he called me back early. He weighed me and I discovered that I've lost 13 pounds since discontinuing the Zyprexa. I told him I'd done so and that I was already losing weight. He understood my reasons and decided to increase my Klonopin at night to help with sleep.
Therapy went well. We talked about a joy-inspiring moment in our lives and set goals that we thought would bring us more joy. My goal is to live in England and be a successful author. Rosa wasn't as irritating as she usually is and the folks in the group are really fascinating individuals. I really enjoyed my time there today. Perhaps I've finally found a place where I can let my hair down and learn techniques to deal with my anxiety and insomnia. Here's hoping. If that's the case then I must concede that Rosa knew what she was talking about when she told me I needed to be in this group. Kudos to her. Oh, and I didn't leave with a raging headache this time. W00T!
On my way home, I took my lunch money that Aunt Tudi had given me and bought Fitzgerald a rawhide bone to gnaw on while he's outside. He sniffed of it, picked it up, and ran like a bat out of hell around the yard. I checked later to find it partially buried. He's so much like Henry it's just mind-boggling. I dug the bone up and am gonna give it back to Fitzgerald tomorrow morning. He'll have enough time outside alone to where he can successfully bury it if that's his pleasure.
Therapy went well. We talked about a joy-inspiring moment in our lives and set goals that we thought would bring us more joy. My goal is to live in England and be a successful author. Rosa wasn't as irritating as she usually is and the folks in the group are really fascinating individuals. I really enjoyed my time there today. Perhaps I've finally found a place where I can let my hair down and learn techniques to deal with my anxiety and insomnia. Here's hoping. If that's the case then I must concede that Rosa knew what she was talking about when she told me I needed to be in this group. Kudos to her. Oh, and I didn't leave with a raging headache this time. W00T!
On my way home, I took my lunch money that Aunt Tudi had given me and bought Fitzgerald a rawhide bone to gnaw on while he's outside. He sniffed of it, picked it up, and ran like a bat out of hell around the yard. I checked later to find it partially buried. He's so much like Henry it's just mind-boggling. I dug the bone up and am gonna give it back to Fitzgerald tomorrow morning. He'll have enough time outside alone to where he can successfully bury it if that's his pleasure.
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Date: 2010-12-01 10:33 pm (UTC)Just don't pull my trick of idealizing the group so that when they do something stupid or nasty (they will, they're human), thinking the world is ending and all hope is lost.