New Girl Alert

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Today was the big day.  I barely slept last night and am exhausted.  But I was admitted to Homewood, there was a lot of waiting around... the whole process took about 4 hours.  I talked to volunteers, a nurse and a doctor, going over my life story.  

Im in the IMAP unit, and everyone you walk by here introduces themselves (they know you're new automatically) but everyone is super nice.  Ive surrendered my medications tot he nursing staff and have to visit them to have them administered.  

Im in a double room but no one currently inhabits the other bed.  Im sure in the next couple weeks someone will come in: they have people checking in and out every day.  Today I am one of 4 new people.  The youngest, although I've seen young adults in the unit, just not talked to them really.  I cant remember any names from people Ive met except my nurse, Denise.  She is extremely nice.  

I went to lunch with 2 "Lunch buddies" (volunteer patients that have been here longer) and the new people, I will do the same for dinner.  The cafeteria terrifies me... Ive never liked all those people, even in High School.  

After lunch I had a fitful nap... Im still so tired... The doctor is putting me on a new sleep med which will hopefully help tonight

Ive got a busy day tomorrow with all sorts of orientation groups...  Im most worried about eating, i feel like ill be going alone a lot.  Group therapy freaks me out too, but if I can talk to all of you, Im sure I can talk to a group of 15 people.  

Thanks for your continuous support

Send me flowers! 
Just kidding 

Hope you all have a wonderful day 

Jess

PS Sorry for the poor grammar, I'm typing on a tiny keyboard for my iPad.  :*  

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