Dr. Mind sent me home with some worksheets. I was supposed to fill one in by this afternoon's appointment. But then something changed. He also kept telling me I need to write. I said I do (he doesn't know about the blog). He said he means physically writing. I grumbled, but I did buy a notebook.
Last night I posted about how I was so tired after I saw both doctors that I just wanted to go to bed, although I think I planned to try a worksheet. Instead I took a bath (I learned online how to make my own bubbles with leftover shampoos) which was fabulous and relaxing, and made me sleepy enough to want to go to bed. But I couldn't, so I pulled out the paper journal and wrote and wrote. And then slept well. I can't believe how upset I am about some of what I've been through. Not that it was a bad place; it was quite nice, for what it was. It's just that there are a lot of things that go with the whole psych stay I never considered.
So that helped. I'll try a worksheet later; I don't have to go until 4.
It also helped so very much to know that I have help. I didn't even realize it until I got home, but not only did Dr. Body tell me to take ativan he also made it so I can take Vistaril 2-3 times more per day.
I finally feel like I'm going to survive this. And that I have enough meds to manage it. Generally i've been waking up anxious and making myself wait a few hours to take a Klonopin since I only got 2 per day. Today I woke up anxious and took Klonopin, because I have so many more choices if I need them.
Now I may go back to sleep for a bit. We'll see. But I'm actually a little tired, another sign the med is actually helping the anxiety because I didn't wait too long between.
ETA: I fell asleep. No worksheets. Maybe before I leave. Maybe not. Many pages of journaling fun.