Post by geminilee on Apr 10, 2011 10:24:59 GMT -8
I am honestly not sure whether to put this in bitch or brag. It is a bit of both.
I think I have posted a bit about my life, but it was so long ago I can hardly expect anyone to remember. I call my house the Island of Misfit Toys. I am generally defective. I brought my best friend to live with me, after she crashed very hard mentally. Then she brought her sister, who was attempting to come off drugs by coming here, and is also seriously bipolar.
Everything went ok at first, then the sister (J) went downhill. She ran out of her medication before she found a therapist, but she did find a doctor to give her pain meds for her shoulder (which is legitimately injured,I have to admit that.) She started taking the pain meds to replace the illegal drugs.
Recently, though, she found a therapist who suggested a temporary inpatient program, both to come off the opiates and to get her meds right. So yay there; I have hopes that this will help, because both my friend (H) and I are at the end of our ropes with J.
Also, H, who has been in stasis more or less for a year, is finally getting a therapist and treatment. I know she will bounce back to normal (for her) very quickly, because she is motivated and is willing to do the hard work. That is in contrast to J, who seems to want a magic cure that requires no effort or discomfort from her.
A final note; after my fiasco with the last psychiatrist I went to, I have found a new one. I am not sure how much I like him yet, but he didn't chide me for taking my prescribed pain pills (which I take way under the prescribed limit) and didn't once mention "the body's natural healing ability", so he has to be better than the last.
I have high hopes that everyone will get better, and we can stop being Misfit Toys. Or at least, be no more Misfit than is usual for us.
I think I have posted a bit about my life, but it was so long ago I can hardly expect anyone to remember. I call my house the Island of Misfit Toys. I am generally defective. I brought my best friend to live with me, after she crashed very hard mentally. Then she brought her sister, who was attempting to come off drugs by coming here, and is also seriously bipolar.
Everything went ok at first, then the sister (J) went downhill. She ran out of her medication before she found a therapist, but she did find a doctor to give her pain meds for her shoulder (which is legitimately injured,I have to admit that.) She started taking the pain meds to replace the illegal drugs.
Recently, though, she found a therapist who suggested a temporary inpatient program, both to come off the opiates and to get her meds right. So yay there; I have hopes that this will help, because both my friend (H) and I are at the end of our ropes with J.
Also, H, who has been in stasis more or less for a year, is finally getting a therapist and treatment. I know she will bounce back to normal (for her) very quickly, because she is motivated and is willing to do the hard work. That is in contrast to J, who seems to want a magic cure that requires no effort or discomfort from her.
A final note; after my fiasco with the last psychiatrist I went to, I have found a new one. I am not sure how much I like him yet, but he didn't chide me for taking my prescribed pain pills (which I take way under the prescribed limit) and didn't once mention "the body's natural healing ability", so he has to be better than the last.
I have high hopes that everyone will get better, and we can stop being Misfit Toys. Or at least, be no more Misfit than is usual for us.