faevii: (ye shall not eff me)
Oh gods what is happening. I basically got home and immediately became super exhausted??? Either it's the cold or something strange is going on here that I should examine closely during a therapy session or two while I've got the chance. Unless it's coincidence - I did take an allergy pill for the first time this year today and they supposedly make people tired. But that's never happened before and it's been several hours, so why now? :S

It really is freaking cold in here again, though. I just made something in the oven and left it open afterwards, maybe that'll help ... and once I'm done eating, I'll have to run some errands - time for the flat to get warmer while I don't have to sit in it and suffer. I'm seriously considering leaving the heating on at a moderate setting when I go back to the hospital this evening.

In other news, the bread that I put into the fridge last weekend was still okay. Hooray. There's still some left, but I'm relieved that I didn't buy all of it for nothing.

Life at the mental institution is, er ... going well, I suppose ... and I don't need to spend half as much time reading books to avoid boredom anymore. There's this cute, green-haired, 18-year-old girl who inexplicably likes me a lot and some other people who occasionally talk to me, sometimes I play table tennis and I've signed up for more groups, too. "Drumming for beginners" is my favourite so far. :D (And I really am a beginner when it comes to that kind of drumming; they've got several types of drums which are all played using only one's hands. It's more about experiencing sensations than learning to drum, anyway.)

Ergo therapy keeps being cancelled and the library was closed when I went to find it, though. I hope things will be back to normal next week - I deliberately didn't sign up for another "creative" group because I figured it must be similar to ergo, only to get no chance to be creative at all. :| (I did buy Origami paper at some point, but promptly forgot to use it. Oh well.)

Just like last Saturday ... I'll try to write a more personal post later. Maybe while I'm waiting for the hair dye to do its magic, because I'm going to start a second attempt at making my fringe purple while I'm here today (if it just goes more red, I'll be fine with that, too - I'll cover a slightly larger area this time, so it won't be a waste either way).

Sorry that I can't keep up with what everyone else has been doing. :(
faevii: "I sacrificed a bathtub for this!" (sacrifice)
Good news! I just got back from the hospital. Lots of surprises there - for one thing, Mrs D was completely wrong about the ward in question being only for women. Which is great, even though I suppose it could have made for an interesting exercise in self-observation under unusual circumstances. :P The doctor I spoke with seemed nice and did not act as though I'd just described some of the strangest symptoms in human history, which gave me a little hope.

The biggest surprise, however, was when he said that I might be admitted as early as one or two weeks from now! I still haven't finished adjusting to this unexpected turn of events. Since I'm going to see Timo on the 14th - more good news, yay - I asked them to note down that I didn't want to come until the 15th, but of course this doesn't mean that it's going to be that exact date. Maybe a day later, maybe a week later. I don't know, but I'll try to be more or less ready by then.

My night, on the other hand, really was a load of crap. At one point I had this extremely confusing dream in which I dreamed that I managed to deliberately wake myself up from a nightmare, which would have been amazing if it had been real! But nope, the scenario that I "woke up" to was merely yet another dream. :| Incidentally, the nightmare somehow involved Sam and Dean Winchester. And werewolves, but not like the ones from Supernatural. Honestly, my fandom dreams are never any fun ...

When my alarm rang, I turned it off, turned on the light and accidentally fell asleep again. Whoops. Fortunately it was only for 15 minutes.

Getting to the hospital and back was quite the journey because A first drove me to Mrs D's office, where we switched cars and Mrs D drove us the rest of the way, being the only person who actually knew how to get there. Now, Hamburg is pretty far off even without such interruptions, so all in all I was out there for four freaking hours. Wow. Not sure how much of that was spent waiting, though.

Once I knew that the whole thing was going to happen unexpectedly soon, it suddenly hit me that I would in fact be stuck in Hamburg for several weeks. The thought makes me a tad nervous, but then again, you know what's funny? The hospital is right in the neighbourhood of where I used to live as a baby. In fact I think it might be where my father used to work! And our old house might be within walking distance, so I could try to figure out how to get there. In case I get bored or something. Just to see if it still stands ... and if it's still uninhabited, rotting away like the last time I went to have a look.

Overall, I'm pretty excited. But also, uh, wow. WHERE DO I EVEN START.


Friday, November 5th, 2010 02:05 pm
faevii: (raised eyebrow)
Sometimes being surrounded by social workers can have unexpected advantages. A just informed me that one of her colleagues has a client who currently lives down the street from us, but is planning to move somewhere else soon. By knowing about this before the flat even goes up for rent, we can make sure that I'm the first person to show an interest in it. She says it'll have to be renovated first, though - I hope that won't take too long. I also hope that A is already sure I can afford it, which I kind of forgot to ask. Oops.

If this works out, I'll be like "LOLOLOL I have moved SO FAR AWAY. I'm like a hundred metres closer to everything useful in this town! Improvement!" XD Good thing my reasons for wanting to move out do not include being sick of the general area.

Recommendation #1

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010 12:47 pm
faevii: (slice of brain)
I just started to try out one of the things that my mother's acquaintance told me about last week. There's this plant-based pulver powder (oops) that she takes every morning in place of a normal breakfast (you're technically allowed to eat breakfast in addition to it, but it's filling), which helps her so much that she's now almost completely painfree and even sleeps better. She did say that she also knows people for whom it didn't work, but there's no harm in trying.

You have to order it online, which I did right after she left. It seemed expensive at first glance, but the FAQ informed me that it's actually not because it lasts for about two months and will likely replace all the breakfast foods you would otherwise have to buy. Makes sense to me, except for the part where I'm mildly creeped out at the thought of never eating breakfast again. o_O

Yesterday I received my first 500g box of the stuff in the mail and a few hours ago I gave it a try. You have to stir a tablespoon of powder into a liquid of your choice, down it as fast as possible and then drink some more because it's slightly dehydrating. I went with water to find out what it would taste like on its own, but it turned out to be surprisingly bland, so I think I'll use oat milk tomorrow.

Of course I'm not feeling any effects yet. That's supposed to take a few days, but I was curious as to whether I would actually be satiated afterwards. It was interesting - I definitely noticed a reduction of hunger, but it felt odd without the presence of proper food in my stomach. It was like satiety slowly snuck up on me until I finally had to admit that it was in fact there. What a strange sensation.

Sadly the product's website is only available in German, but if I find that it helps me, I imagine I'll eventually end up translating what it is and how it (supposedly) works for those of you who don't happen to speak my native language.


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