Meeting

I had my 1200 meeting with my care coordinator and HT.  It was to plan my discharge from the HT team, so that I can go back to normal care.  It went well, I think, and we all agreed that I was a bit better - I'd had a shower and washed my hair, so that was one improvement.  HT will reduce contact gradually, and discharge me next Monday; I can try driving on Wednesday as long as I'm not on too much lorazepam, which I'm not.  So I'll do a short trip around the village to start with, and then build up to going to town.  I have a prescription to cash in and a spare tyre to collect, so maybe I'll manage that on Thursday.  I'm able to look ahead a bit, which I haven't been able to do at all for a month.

I think I'll have to cut down a bit on what I do, particularly when it comes to morning meetings and appointments.  I must remember to say "I don't do mornings" rather than "I can't do mornings" - the latter makes it sound as though I'm a failure, whereas the former sounds like a positive decision, which I rather prefer.

I have the afternoon ahead of me, and it no longer feels scary to have an expanse of time to fill.  I think I'm quite fortunate in that one night of good sleep can make such a difference.  I know that in the past, I have improved enormously quickly if I can sleep.  So, even if tonight isn't brilliant, I'm OK.