September 28th, 2017


Slightly better

Today was slightly better day than yesterday, at least I didn’t do much because I had run out of milk, and I cannot drink my coffee without milk, and I cannot get out of bed without the promise of coffee. Sometimes I think I have let coffee take a big bite out of my everyday life.

Saida, my own nurse from the psychiatric clinic, called me in the afternoon and told me that I can go have my blood drawn for testing (thyroid, blood sugar, etc).

I got up at five o’clock in the evening, took my morning medicine, freshened up and put on some pretty clothes and a necklace.

I decided to go visit the youth group at the Quarry City church, at least it would save me from a boring day.
I travelled there because I didn’t have enough spoons for walking.

Once there, I was greeted by the youth worker whom I have met earlier, he was very nice to me. Most of the visitors were teenagers, they were cursing and yelling and telling jokes about sex and drugs, but everyone was having a good time and enjoying themselves.
One of the visitors had brought a foreign exchange student with them, I shook hands with her. I paid a compliment to a girl about her pretty blouse, and to another girl who had long curly red hair. She said thanks and told me she likes my necklace.

I ate white chocolate cookies, chewy sour fruit candies, rustic crisps, and a cashew nut bar, and drank coffee.

Later the evening, I decided to go visit my mother. I called her and told her I am coming over, she said it’s alright.

I decided to walk to my parents’ home, it was such a short distance anyway.
I was in a bad mood because the delusions were bothering me, or it could have been that the delusions were bothering me because I was in a bad mood, I also kept on coughing a lot and every time I coughed or sneezed, a small amount of urine escaped from my already full bladder.

Once at my parents’ home, mom answered the door. Dad was playing softball in Helsinki.
I had coffee and ate a cinnamon roll and some dark grapes.

Later the evening, I left and took a bus to Hometown. I wanted to walk because it was such a beautiful dark evening, but it would have been dangerous for a young woman like me.
Once back home, I started doing the evening routines; I took my evening medicine and had a wash.
I have decided not to brush my teeth until I have been cured of my bronchitis.
My skin is in a very good condition by now, I have remembered to put basic lotion on my body every morning and evening. I have also remembered to wash my face and put the beautifying serum and lotion on it.

I set my alarm clock to wake me up at half past nine o’clock tomorrow morning, it marks twelve hours ever since I ate food; I have to, so to say, fast for twelve hours before having my blood drawn to check out the blood sugar levels.
After the blood tests, I will go back home and start doing the weekly housework.
My HoivaOnni worker will visit me at noon, I will wash the dishes and iron the laundry. After that, I will go visit my mother once again, she will give me the weekly allowance.
I will go shopping and buy food, I will also buy hygiene products like a toilet brush, rubber gloves for washing the dishes and another one for doing general housework.
I will also buy greeting cards for every single one of my friends who has their birthday or name- day next month.