I’ve got 7 hour accompanied passes this weekend, which means more time to spend with these little people.
Today is day 27 in hospital. It kind of feels like being in an alternate dimension that doesn’t move at the same speed as the rest of the world and isn’t in the same city as where I live (except it absolutely is in the same city). It brings to mind The Time Warp from Rocky Horror…
I’ve noticed after two bitemporal ECT treatments that my head seems to have a few more holes in it. I don’t mind in the slightest. I wouldn’t mind forgetting the meltdown that prompted me to go into hospital, and it’s too bad I can’t make the friend in whose direction I aimed the meltdown magically forget that it ever happened.
I filed my taxes yesterday. I had to pay about $4K in taxes, because I opted not to have any deducted from my disability payments, and my disability was approved retroactive to the date I stopped working, so in 2021, I got paid for both 2020 and 2021. I’m somewhat concerned that the disability people are going to take issue with the amount of money I’ve made from book royalties. I’ve earned more than what’s allowed for employment income, but the vast majority of the book income is from my first book, Psych Meds Made Simple, which I published in 2019, before I was on disability. Unfortunately, on Canadian income tax, royalty income gets lumped in with employment income. I vaguely recall writing a letter to the disability people several months ago explaining this, but I wasn’t particularly on the ball at the time, so I have no idea if it was even coherent. I’ve avoided calling them because I can’t talk properly, although perhaps not speaking properly actually helps to make my point that book royalties don’t mean I’m employed/employable.
My mom has been driving my car while she’s here. I actually can’t drive right now because my drivers license is expired. My mom only drives once in a blue moon to begin with, and only in the dinky little city she lives in. So being here in the big city driving my unfamiliar car, she’s not particularly confident. It’s slightly frightening on my end as the passenger, but I try to keep a lid on that so I don’t make her more anxious.
I’ve started being marginally more sociable on the ward. I had only been talking to one of my roommates for my first couple of weeks there, but I’ve expanded that ever so slightly. I’m also observing others more. It turns out the guy who is totally bonkers and constantly chattering with and laughing at his auditory hallucinations is super kind, and goes out of his way to try to help out others. It’s easy for people to make judgments based on stereotypes, but those judgments are probably wrong.
A while back I made a couple of guest appearances talking about self-publishing on the Happiness Between Tails blog by da-AL, who has just recently converted them into podcast format. You can find them here and here.
I should have the So You’ve Just Been Diagnosed page ready to publish later today or tomorrow. As part of it, I want to have listings of bloggers blogging about various mental illnesses. If you’ve already commented on previous posts sharing tips or resources, you’re already included, but for anyone else who would like to be included, just let me know in the comments below (and mention the diagnosis you blog about just to help me avoid getting confused). Thanks so much!