I once had a case manager, but I saw her only a couple times, because I saw no point in it. It seems to me like case managers are more for the patients who cannot work and perhaps need someone to take them places, like if they don’t have a car or simply are unsafe to drive themselves places. Idk, just my thoughts on case managers. I briefly had a peer support worker, but I saw her only once, since that seemed pointless for me, too.
How have you been, @Abise ? How’s the leg? Or is it more your ankle that you broke?
I broke my distant fibula… or something like that. It’s close to my ankle. I went out skateboarding in the middle of the night when it was raining.
Well I can’t do much with a broken leg, I’ve cancelled my shift for this weekend. I just can’t handle just sitting for twelve hours doing nothing and I don’t need coworkers hinting that I’m useless. It is not good mentally and could be a risk to further my injury.
I’m a bit worried about that.
And yeah maybe I should ask my case manager what’s the point today. But I like talking to her.
I had wild dreams last night. I dreamt I flew to Thailand and I was trying to be a good lad and find a massage that wasn’t a rub and tug and everyone had masks on for covid. Then I had to tell my manager from work that I wasn’t able to come in to work for a few days
Today is a lazy day, grounds keepers are here, pool guy soon, and a crazed corgi who thinks she has to protect us from intruders making noise outside.
Breakfast of champions, pills!
Normal routine, ignoring some voices, hanging out. They keep telling me to “Wake up”, having to discard some thoughts that this world isn’t real etc etc. I’m cool!
Have a good day everyone! Be safe, and don’t trust the game.
I think that goes for anything. We want what we can’t have
My grandpa and great grandpa developed a sweet tooth after they got diabetes.
I’m lactose intolerant and sometimes really really want dairy.
Ugh! What a rotten night. Voices up the butt that were keeping me awake and akathisia was of medium intensity I suppose as my legs and arms were flying all over the place. Took a gabapentin that took a long ass hour to take effect.
I’m taking a break from knitting my mom’s scarf. It’s stressing me out, because she wants it a certain way and she wants it done quickly. It feels like a job, having to force myself to work on it.
And what if she doesn’t like it?? It’s not like when I made a hat for her, and then surprised her, hoping she’d like it. This time, she wants the scarf a specific way, and I’m worried it won’t turn out the way she wants.
I much prefer making things that come to my mind. Things that I want to work on. Y’know, like a hobby. Not like a job.
