Post nr 28

Finally, a doctor who actually thinks with her brain!

I was supposed to be at the clinic at nine in the morning. Anyone who knows me personally, know that I have fairly easy getting up in the morning. Give me ten minutes and I'm on my feet, fully awake. For an hour or so, then the tiredness catches up on me. It also depends on wether I've had a decent nights sleep or not. (Just writing about it makes me yawn, so moving on!)

There had been some sort of mistake in administration, so my appointment was ten o'clock instead of nine. I was a bit sceptic but the waiting was worth it. She took one look at my medicine list and said "That's too many kinds of medicine to take at the same time." After Mom left us alone she started  interviewing me. Loads of questions but it didn't really matter because she listened. Listened to me, and talked to me as a grown-up, not as a patient. At my next appointment we will look at my medication and decide if we should make any changes!

Three days left

On Thursday I'll have my first consultation with my new doctor. Not really sure what will happen after that but I think some form of evaluation, so that the team can put together a personal program for me. This is a great relief for me, because it means that I'll have a bigger chance of kicking the depressions butt once and for all.

As far as I know the team will include physical therapist, ordinary therapist, the doctor, and a few more that I can't remember at the moment. It may take quite some time before the evaluation is finished and I doubt it will be mentally painless but I'll go through it.

Remember, nothing is for free but with a positive disposition you can move mountains!

Spring!

Yep, that's right! Spring is definitely on its way. Today I'm going to write about the positive effects pets can have on people who are depressed or in some other way impaired.
 
The weather has been mild for a few days, but yesterday was the loveliest yet and Mom came to drag me out on a long walk in the sun. She had my dog, we can call her Casey, with her,  as a sure way of getting me outside. After lunch, we parked a bit away from the school and let her off the leash when we came to a big field. She'll be eight this year but she both looks and acts like a puppy. When she doesn't think she is a big and menacing guard dog that is.

Just looking at her running around like mad, trying to snatch the sticks from our hands, the way she skidded at every turn was so cute that I couldn't keep from laughing. For the first time in ages I could relax and even play with Casey. Mom joined in and suddenly I realized that my anxiety was much less pronounced than before. I have Casey a lot to thank for. It's a big responsibilty, having a pet that is dependent on you. The feeling of being needed  helps a lot during recovery. Think of that next time your abstinence or anxiety hits, that you're needed just the way you are!