Visit with my daughter was lovely today. She climbed up on the bed and we snuggled and watched some tv for a while.
I seen a mental health nurse? Today. A million questions- felt like it and not much else. I asked to have something to help me sleep tonight.
Then I seen the dietician, another million questions. The option for a protein nutrient drink to help get some good stuff back into- but my levels need to be at a certain point first. I thought that would be this afternoon- but nothing.
Then I seen the gastric team- drs that I have been admitted under. They were the roughest. Telling me I need to eat or things will need to get aggressive. Talks of waiting for a bed on the psych ward- which I do not want. I don’t think I need it. Being there is too traumatising and trigger for me.
There was a lot more from all of them, but they all came so quickly after each other that I don’t remember. I stressed to all of them that I want to be out of here ASAP.
its hard to eat when your just simple not hungry. I do really try. I eat a very small amount and I am full. My brother has offered to pick something up for me and bring it in for dinner- whatever I feel like- dinner wasn’t the nicest tonight.
A lady came around tonight. Said she was an afterhours CI? Didn’t get the full title. But she actually asked how I was. Showed interested. Asked if I had questions and who I had seen today. I explained that I felt a bit overwhelmed after seeing all the different teams and wasn’t really sure what the plan was. She said she would go read my notes and find out. I am disappointed that nearly 2 hrs later she hasn’t come back.
And the mental health team didn’t write up anything to help me sleep- so now I have to wait for a Dr to come by and see if they will write it up.
Thats about, sorry to bore you, helps to process it.