It Takes Me Weeks Just To Get Used To A New Schedule…….

One thing that I do like about hospital stays is that I get to have what I consider to be a real breakfast. I’m always tired in the morning, and because of this when I wake up I usually have waffles, oatmeal, or protein shakes for breakfast. But, when I’m at the hospital, I might have bacon, potatoes, sausage, oatmeal, different types of fruit, and more. There are also a lot of different types of teas and beverages. So, whenever I end up at whatever type of hospital facility, I quickly change my sleep schedule so that I can wake up early and have a hot breakfast.

This is sort of hard on my system though. David tends to work more of a swing shift schedule in order to avoid traffic, which results in me going to bed at about 11:30 and waking up at 10:30. Every time I go to the hospital, though, I have to quickly change to more of a 9:30 to 8:00 am schedule, not just because of the food but also because doctors and other staff members might be doing rounds in the morning and/or taking blood and doing other tests and so on and so forth.

It’s no wonder, then, that I break down really quickly in a hospital environment, and that it takes me at least a week or two to fully adjust to one mentally, emotionally, and physically. And, if I’m there for mental health issues, it can be hard for the staff to actually understand why I am reacting so badly to being there. A lot of it is simply because it is a shock to my system to have to adjust to a new schedule so quickly.

On a positive note, I did have a lettuce wrapped bacon burger last night, which was an exception to what was on the menu. There is a burger on the menu and then a BLT, and I’ve been asking for a burger with bacon on it for some time without luck, and finally they gave this combination to me and another patient who coincidentially asked for the same thing too. That made me pretty happy. Also, my mom and sister are calling up the hospital and trying to tell them that I most definitely have been through trauma and do have PTSD, but still are in denial themselves about my childhood abuse (or, at least haven’t ever fully tried to understand it) and are focusing on my adult abuse. So, we’ll see how effective that actually is. At least they are trying.

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