I’ve achieved quite a lot this week so far, in quite odd ways.
Had an assessment at the counselling department on Monday lunchtime. They were really lovely and the woman I saw decided I should be referred onto the mental health adviser, and probably see a counsellor at the same time as “there are a lot of things going on at present”. I have an appointment to see her at 1pm on Tuesday for an hour as an assessment to see if I need ongoing support and/or counselling or referring onto more specialised mental health services.
After I came out of the appointment and went to get the Tube I went really, really breathless and felt light headed. I finally decided something was up with the chest pain/breathlessness so I went to A&E where I was seen almost immediately, put into resus on a monitor and had bloods taken. My oxygen saturation levels (SATs) were really low so they put me on oxygen and decided to admit me overnight. They put me on the medical admission unit on oxygen and kept an eye on my SATs. They came to the conclusion (as a friend had done that morning) that it was respiratory depression caused by ingesting too much codeine and sleeping tablets (not in an overdose way but sustained). This has meant that my referral to the substance misuse people has been brought forwards which is good.
I haven’t however told my parents the entire truth yet, but then they’d probably just put me into private rehab and then go on holiday. I’m on a bit of a downer with my parents at the moment as my Dad is being the bastard that he usually his and just throwing fucking tantrums like a bloody 3 year old, but he’s not 3, he’s grown up and has the strength and power of a grown up. Rant over.
Despite having to cut down on the codeine and sleeping tablets I took 2 zolpidem last night to try and sleep. I know I shouldn’t have done but it did work, didn’t wake up ’till 5:52am this morning!!