One of my day in a psychiatric clinic
• One of my days in a psychiatric hospital
My name is Nadia, I am 32 years old, I live in Canada, in Winnipeg. This is my day of January 30, 2016.
The second year I'm sick of clinical depression. I still do not know how to write, "sick", "am" in it, or both. Diagnosed by a psychiatrist, I am taking anti-depressants, psychotherapy and pass from time to time I'm in the hospital.
Under the cut one day in my 47 pictures in the clinic, all the photos taken on the phone, a boring day, I warn you.
I wake up pretty late, just open the social network and on reading the article I remember that I wanted to film today is the day. Printskrin do first.
I like in the local system, because no one was awake in the morning for breakfast or for medicine. Just come periodically, check for the presence in the House and told that breakfast / lunch / dinner on the table. On weekdays, try to pull you in any activities that are regularly held.
I decide that it's time to get up, open the window. I have a kind of chic.
This office opened just a couple of months ago, in the summer I lay back in the old, there is, of course, it was too personal, but there are much better, and most importantly, that in the House I am alone. I opened the closet - ofigela door thickness
washed, kind, of course, I have a little rumpled, I usually look better.
This is part of my room. You may have noticed the door to the toilet clippings, as well as in the closet, my husband and I came to the conclusion that it is in order that there was no possibility to hang himself. Nuthouse after all.
In the left frame then, as I was given medication. After - I go to the dining room. My breakfast I waited. The food is disgusting there for me, so I have almost nothing to eat. Drink pineapple juice and take the milk to make coffee, the rest am taking.
Here is the dining room.
I pour the coffee, it is always without caffeine, I'm not a gourmet, milk can drink almost all the coffee. Believe me, this is not the most vile.
As an extension of the dining room is a sitting area or something, there should a pool table, TV, armchairs, sofa, and a simulator. Never it saw no one
A very bright room and very comfortable chairs, if we divide them.
I go back to my room. Each chamber hang here are the leaves that it was clear that for the patient. I can move independently, though not very far
Yesterday my husband brought normal coffee and buns are my favorite, I can not live without them, they are the most delicious in the world
In the non-stop, despite the time difference, I chatyus with her sister. She's in Russia, and I terribly miss her.
the window sill so wide that you can drink coffee on it. Ever at home, too, so I will only wider and pillows. On the street warming, and immediately Winnie becomes similar to my native St. Petersburg. To be honest, I prefer to minus 20. When a lot of sun and crisp white snow.
Photo crooked, because I wanted to cram in all the house frame. This four-storey complex is not simple, but only for those over 55 years old. This is not a nursing home, housing rent there, but on preferential terms. And for example, children with their parents can not live only for a visit. So do retirees who no longer pull the care home, and home costs are very different from the apartment.
Called the husband, they discussed a list of what I need at this time. Every time I try to a minimum, and as a result polkvartiry is in the hospital
I decided to lie down and read. Very fond of this application, almost all the new items appear quite fast, very easy to read and buy books.
Reading briefly passed out. Already I had lunch, we ought to look out there today.
eats up all the potatoes, scrambled eggs I can not, too much cheese there, and hour all warm.
Retrieve e-mail and I see this letter. This mommy daughter's classmate writes that her son came home in someone else's pants. She sent this letter to all parents of the list :)
I apologize for the quality of a photo, but it is awkward to take pictures when people came to me to clean the room. This nice woman came several times, but I saw that I was sleeping or just lying, and did not bother me until they saw me coming out of the room.
Do absolutely nothing. Salvation - reading. Now I read Aleksievich, this is the last book in the series "Voices of Utopia," if I am not mistaken. In the past my stay here, I read, I think, five or six books. If not for my concern for her husband and children, lay and to read a couple of months without stopping.
Again asleep, most likely, this sleepy due to the weather. But honestly, I have quite a while I sleep during the day and at night, too.
Finally came the husband, and pleased me homemade pancakes. I do not bake pancakes and like them a lot, and my husband is able to do them. But because of its endless employment does so rarely, so I almost cried with happiness.
They are very tasty. It is a pity that the condensed milk and cream there, but there is a strawberry jam.
The husband came with her daughter. Hair is immediately evident that mom is not home.
I'm going to show my daughter's mansion. Noticed this on the fridge at night, can lock?
With the hunger will not die here, there is always something to eat.
Daughter need to entertain, have decided to play table football. Strangely, it is not hockey. I'm Monica from "Friends", so soon to Kate joins dad, and then she goes and does on my side, because it must always win :)
On the TV talk about the polar bears in the north of our province, look. Northern Lights, we are not uncommon, it is an amazing natural phenomenon.
My husband and daughter were gone, the son calls and says that Dad forgot to bring me a surprise, tells in detail - which one. Children - are children :)
My husband brought me a computer and paint that was lying at home for six months, and now it's time to be creative. I do not know who they are meant to soothe, to me, on the contrary, it is a continuous stress, I always climb up over the line.
Put favorite The Piano Guys, we bought all their albums. We love the whole family, and everyone has a favorite song.
rings daughter asks to look out the window and take a picture. The sky we have here is always excellent, and sunsets, especially on the phone but to shoot a meaningless, doing photos to the report.
The husband returned home and roll up (luckily we live 10 minutes away by car). I took forgotten and brought a surprise, who also forgot to give. Daughter completely played out, and they go like this :)
And I decide to go to the shower. Here, every day I take a clean towel. If I need something, and bathrobe and nightgown, and an extra blanket. Blankets, I immediately took the two pieces, but still cold at night. I asked my husband to bring me a woolen plaid.
Shower the size of a small room, like something not very comfortable, but the water is hot, as I like.
My room is all rustic and cozy. Chic white roses with sparkles chose daughter. Husband warned about it at once, because we both do not like this, to say the least.
Now and dinner.
But again, I did not go to him. I fell asleep. Terribly cold to sit at the table and decided to warm up under the Blankets. Again risking to suffer from insomnia at night.
I decided to eat pancakes, jam I found.
Here is the office.
Pancakes and a computer with internet connection, what else is needed? By the way, there is wi-fi everywhere, in the old branch that luxury was not.
It's time to wash and get ready for bed, trying to somehow fight dry skin and acne, so far unsuccessfully. Maybe true vaseline buy? Then he sold everywhere, we must try.
On this day a year ago, I used to bake eclairs. Oh, how long has it been, and how much has changed since then.
I feel that I still can still go to sleep, so I am family text messages on or off. I slept restlessly, finally woke up at three o'clock and six o'clock to read, and then fell asleep again.
I know that the day was boring, well, I do have that, do not judge strictly. Thank you to everyone who spent the day with me.