You’re in the hospital again. I am sorry that you are not well, but glad that you were able to recognize (no doubt with the help of your wonderful caregiver) that you needed medical attention. Thank goodness it’s not mania that has brought you there this time. But I’m sorry you’ve been so depressed for so many months. And now this, whatever it is that has gotten your system out of whack so that your body won’t sleep.
I am a bit concerned for your mental status, even though you’re not really delusional. When we talked yesterday, you commented on the fact that you’re in the same room that you were in last fall when you were hospitalized. But, you were in that room last spring when you lost all touch with reality.
But then again, you don’t know that you lost touch with reality. That’s part of the bug-a-boo with mania. Your perceptions of the world slowly shift as you begin to go up. The higher you go, the more they shift, until you are living in your own little world that is distinctly different from the one that the rest of us reside in.
Then, during our conversation, you remembered getting pneumonia just after coming home from the hospital (catching that lovely bug from being in the hospital), but you were confused and thought that perhaps you were hospitalized for the pneumonia. You never were.
So now we wait. As you have only recently been admitted, it will be a few days before someone- a social worker, most likely- will call to ask about things like your health care proxy and living will type stuff. I will make sure that they have contacted your physician, your psychopharmacologist, and your therapist.
Your house, the cats, the mail and bills will all be taken care of in your absence. And life rolls on. Before you know it, you’ll be back home, comfortable in your routine, with the cats welcoming you back, rubbing around and between your legs.