Thought I'd be in for two weeks, got out in one. My meds have been adjusted, and I need to find a clinic & schedule "intensive" therapy sessions (if I can afford it) and change my work schedule availability so that I can attend therapy and work on the same day with at least an hour between. I'm also cutting Sunday off my availability entirely, so I can spend at least one full day a week with hubby.

Life in the clinic was pretty unremarkable until a dude showed up who was absolutely high on / unhappily detoxing from something nasty. He would talk to himself, yell, slam his bedroom door, pound on the door into the courtyard when the smokers started gathering for break, and scream at the nurses. He also insisted that "they" were trying to send him to jail to turn him gay, and the next day proclaimed that he was Mario and started muttering the World 1-2 music, both of which would have been funny if most of us weren't so intimidated. Thankfully for me I was discharged before he'd even been there for 24 hours, but it was still... interesting.

Made some friends, started reading books again for the first time in around eight years, gave one of my books to one of my friends, and as soon as I got home I threw myself into bed. I wasn't really able to sleep, but I did get some nice rest. And then when hubby got home from work we went out for my Welcome Home dinner (I got salad and salmon, with a giant fresh cookie paired with ice cream for dessert). Going out to lunch with a friend tomorrow, and then hanging out with some friends from the hospital on Sunday.

In the meantime, I'll be working on Endless Nonsense art and reading more books.