As I write this, I am sitting in the lounge smoking a cigarette just to show my face to the tenants.
The area has a tv which they put the news on, but it’s not on right now. There is no smoking between the hours of 10 am to 12pm. They keep the place emaculate.
I decided to come down and wait for meds and money to be distributed instead of sitting in my apartment.
They are having a holloween party today, I may attend for a couple of minutes just to see what’s going on.
I think for the most part, its nice that they have actives to kind of lighten the mood of living with a psychiatric disorder.
Alot of the people are doped up on medication that makes them either incoherent or immobile. I’m happy that my medician doesnt do that to me, but I’ve been there before, when I was on zyprexa and I was living with my mother.
I couldn’t get up out the bed to save my life. I was on it for two years, and then decided to stop taking it and signed myself out of treatment.
I’m a better place now with my medication as there hasn’t been any side effects for me like weight gain, which I also had a problem with being on zyprexa.
Since being switched to oral medication of zyprexa, I find myself more calm although I am having boughts with anxiety, but that is to be expected because of the transition.
For the most part everyone in the lounge are just sitting an waiting. It reminds me of susans place when we would have to sit in the waiting area for van requests. There was no place else to go and the waiting area filled up fast.
I don’t see myself sitting in the lounge frequently, I just wanted to see how it felt to be around new people. No one really has said anything to me.
Janet, one of the staff members is busy cleaning up the lounge area, dumping the ash trays and throwing out garbage.
They have a little area where they have a coffee pot and you can sit and have coffee.
A woman by the name of May, who is a tenant, takes care of breakfast and lunch in the little cafeteria. She gets paid for her services.
I’m thinking of partaking in getting a little job to try and keep busy during the day. Maybe make coffee or cleaning up the lounge.
But like I did before, there is virtually no one my age in the residence. I am feeling a little lonely as I don’t have anything in common with these people. But such is life.