Thursday, April 23, 2009

I have a home again. I moved at the end of March into a smallish basement suite. I haven't lived alone in a couple of years and I was a bit nervous about it - what happens if I get really suicidal or fall apart and there's no one sane around to notice? Or as concrete a fear - what happens if I have a bad vertigo attack in the shower (answer: I have a plastic stepstool that I can take into the shower if I'm feeling nervous so I have something to sit on while I get clean). Thanks to the Seroquel I'm also more or less remembering to eat on a regular basis (but still losing weight! I can now fit into a pair of jeans I haven't been able to wear since 2006).