No star is ever lost we once have seen,
We always may be what we might have been.
-Adelaide Anne Proctor, “A Legend of Provence”
The routine during the week here seems pretty mundane, so I don’t think it is much to write about. In the mornings after breakfast I see my doctor, then it is just groups after that. This morning I went to a mindful meditation group. Right now there is a cooking group making their lunch. Cooking sounded like a fun group, I really like the occupational therapist running it, but I get very self concious doing stuff like that in a group. After lunch I will go to the mood group and learn more about CBT from the psychologist. After that I will probably get a coffee and go for my 30 minute walk. In between I read, color and work on a puzzle. I save TV for the evenings, I am not a big TV watcher. See, pretty mundane stuff.
I do chat with some of the other patients, and the occupational therapist has been great to talk with. I went on a group walk yesterday and had the chance to chat with her quite a bit. There is a possibility that my family doctor will come to visit this evening. It would be great to see her and it would be my first visitor since I have been here, over two weeks now.
My nurse this morning is a student. Being a university hospital we do get the students with other nurses supervising. I find my nurse today pretty amusing. He is obviously not totally at ease around patients and not totally sure how to engage me in conversation. That seems to be a very important skill for the psych nurses and most of them are really good at it. Right now I have very little concentration and patience so I probably have not made the student’s experience any easier or better.