My right hand must be feeling for you and has spontaneously decided that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved. This morning it was only my ring finger not wanting to move like it should, hurting just a little. By evening, half of the hand was swollen, warm and almost useless, and when I caught myself holding my hand above my head to alleviate the pain repeatedly I decided it was time for paracetamol.
It's still swollen and painful but not that bad.
I'm all for empathy but not sure I like my hand being this empathetic
@Annb .
Otherwise, I have a very interesting visitor. Let's call it crisis shelter combined with social work. We've made some progress finding him a place on the very short term, more phonecalls to be made tomorrow. He's basically homeless, very much bothered by the voices he hears, on and off believing them and seeing clearly they can't be real. Healthy dose of paranoia to go with it too.
Be careful what you wish for.
Lately I've been complaining to friends that I'm dropping into a mildly depressed and bored state of hibernation, and I was looking for a way to shake myself out of that.
Cue someone I'd only met once before calling me to ask me to please pick him up from the horrible place where he lives. This took me out of hibernating quite effectively, especially when it became clear that we need to find a place to live for him with some support.
Oh well, his turn to cook tomorrow and he likes meat so I'll be fine.
As for the rest, there will be a preliminary intake at a place that seems just perfect tomorrow, and now you can all cross your fingers that his paranoia won't extend to hearing my voice saying nasty things before he finds a place.
I'm perfectly fine offering a crisis bed, in my element helping him do the google, phonecalls, intake forms to start crawling out of the dark place he came from.
The mild psychiatric symptoms are new for me to deal with. Very interesting, somewhat worrisome.
But my own signs of depression have fully disappeared, being of use, so I think this is a good thing!
