Ward Round #1

Ward Round happens once a week. It’s a half hour meeting with a consultant psychiatrist, two other doctors, and a nurse.

That many people is a bit overwhelming, and it evokes a lot of anxiety beforehand, just sitting around waiting for your time…

My Dad was around, but they asked me to go in on my own first to tell my version of events (AGAIN – because I had Ward Round at a different hospital last week, so they need to start from scratch here).
So I ended up having to revisit all the painful memories and describe all the painful things that have happened.
Hopefully that’s the last time I have to do it.

They did a lot of listening, and asked just a few probing questions.
I’m having a pretty good day today, so I was really articulate, well presented, and just generally quite RAWR about it all. I told them that. Jess (the nurse) reiterated that I was a completely different person yesterday.
I’m guna be exhausted and crash hard tonight though, and I know it, so Drag Race in bed I think it is.

The bottom line is that they are keeping me in for a full psychiatric assessment. This will be conducted by the whole team – Drs, HCAs, nurses, therapists.
They will review my diagnosis (I am borderline – there is no question about that – the question is, is there anything else?), put me forward for relevant therapies, and do a full review of my medication.

I have been referred to the ‘APIP’ nurses. I can’t remember what the letters exactly mean, but they’re basically psychologically trained nurses to help me learn strategies and skills and stuff.
I have been referred to Occupational Therapy too. This isn’t necessarily about how to do my job, it’s more about how to live my life – so again, loads of strategies and skills and stuff.

I am still on 10 minute obs, but if I’m having a good day they will let me out in to the grounds with a staff member (with a proper risk assessment), so that’s nice, cuz I’ve not been outside since Thursday.

They are keeping my medication the same, but going to look at my pharmaceutical history, see how the assessment period goes, and take it from there.

Tl;dr – I’m in it for the long slog.

But I’m getting what I’ve needed for my entire adult life – a proper assessment, a proper diagnosis, and a proper plan to live a life of wellness.