Well, I added a theme and some new websites I found. Please let me know if it translates well. I really do appreciate feedback, because I love different perceptions. Really, that is what life is made up of-different perceptions.
So, I’ve been doing Partial Hospital, which is like IOP- 6 hours a day of groups and then I get to LEAVE!!!! WOO HOO! But, Thursday, one of those financial people came to see me. *Bitch* *Cough* Informed me that I only have 9, yes, 9 more Medicare days left- FOR LIFE- at a Free Standing Psychiatric Hospital. That’s it. That’s all I got. So, I took a deep breath, walked outside, sipped my monster and brain stormed. Okay, because I have an additional Medigap policy supplemental to my Medi/Medi benefits which pays for my therapists. Yes, “s”. Plural. I’m not going over why again. If you’re new to me and this blog, re-read the previous chapters. Trust me, there’ll be a test, there always is…Anyways, I call my newly discovered case manager thru my PPO. She started poking around, and I started researching when I got home. Because, If I could find a psych unit attached to a regular Medical Hospital, like U of M, say, I’d be covered and cool. And this is where the learning curve came in.
Called the Mayo Clinic first. Well, they only treat people from the surrounding states of MN. And I’d need a referral- fucking DUH! This ain’t my first rodeo- and of course, how to get there, do they have a bed, what’s their model, blah x3. So all the rest of the hospitals I called- about ten, I found a Newsmax article about the top ten hospitals that treat DID. Del Amo, Dr. Ross’ CA hospital was Number Uno, but they were ALL Free standing psych hospitals. So, I have to covet my days like a mug. I’ll hop into partial if I feel the blues coming on or I start to flash a lot.
Dr. Ross was there Thursday. Did I get to see him? NOOOOOOO!! The Clinical Supervisor, who was my first case manager there, asked her underling to make it happen that I saw Ross that day. I overheard her tell the supervisor-her supervisor- make it happen, she said, “I’ll Try”. WTF? I’ll try? FUCK YOU GUYS!!! I’m finishing partial. Apparently, God thinks I’ve got plenty of skills and resources to not need to be hospitalized anytime soon. Which is awesome that God thinks I’m a Bad Ass, my shrink was not listening to a word I said, doesn’t understand how Medicare works and was telling my outpatient therapist that I wasn’t making any sense. No, motherfucker, you calling me by my childhood name doesn’t make any sense, you fucking pill pushing and taking away doctor motherfucker!
So, I took Friday off. My 99 year old grandma and my Aunt were coming up to get their hair did and have a Mother’s Day meal. My grandma went down into the basement to google stuff with my dad while my aunt went shopping for a gift for a person. Three guesses what my grandma-99 year old- wanted her son to google for her…give? Her old boyfriends. I LMFAO at that. Now I know where I get it from. Between the two gene pools I come from, it all makes perfect sense.
Yesterday I returned half the shit my part-Sheila-bought. Made her print out labels, sit back while I drove my mom and myself to the UPS store. Made her watch the whole process. Then, we went shoe shopping with my mom. I needed a pair of casually dressy sandals. I had found a pair when I was at the shoe crack store (DSW) returning a pair that Sheila had bought. Yeah, her job is to make me happy. We need to redefine that. June 10th Rev. Horton Heat is coming to town. June 12th is my birthday. I’m busting out my psycho billy gear and have a ball- sober!!!! But, I took my mom shoe shopping cuz she needed new dog walking kicks. Got her a sweet pair of navy blue, hot pink and neon green laced Nikes. I had a ten dollar cert, so I bought that pair of Born sandals. They fir me the best. They’ve got toe bondage as Dave used to say. He could find bondage in office supplies. He used zip ties and diabetic needles to shoot his meth with. Near the end, he was smoking it. His teeth were disgusting. He was disgusting. UGH!!
So, it’s Sunday. A huge trigger day for me. So I’m gonna pick up my bedroom, clean the bathrooms, move a tub of IDK what out of the desk area, and we’re (ma and I) going to move the book nook out of my room and into the front desk area. Then, we’re going antiquing. Great store in Hastings called Davall’s. Used furniture and antiques. Although, I went to Indy last week to visit my friend, swear to God, just a friend, whatever. He works at a furniture store- Nice furniture and I picked out a chair with leopard print fabric for my desk in my bedroom. It’s where my creativity comes from and where I work from. My cat’s all curled up and I’m a typin away on my king size, listening to Linkin Park.
Oh!!! I met the last two parts- the twins. The angry, rage filled, self-injurer is Sophie, and the other one is Lily. Lily is gentle and soft and vulnerable and sweet. But she only turns her head towards me. Never looks at me. Sophie, well, it’s time for a new map anyway. I see my therapist tomorrow and go back to partial Tuesday. I’m going to see how much longer I can drag that out. It really helps.
Well, that is enough for now. I put up some new links. I hope they work, and are beneficial. I finally feel rested. It’s been quite a ride. Could use some calm. Have a good day y’all!!!!!