neck, till half an hour later, he says he’s sleepy.
I wish someone would rub my head, my neck and my feet too!
I send him on his way, and afterwards make my way too. I’ll lay there and listen to the sounds he makes. If he doesn’t go to sleep, I won’t either. I’ll listen out to him for the next few days. We just need to get him to that appointment!
***
It’s a whole lot of bullshit! Not going to sleep when listening out for someone else living with you! You fucking do... go to sleep! I’m just glad the shit finally went down when we were both at home; and that it was the day after his work finished up for the year.
Sleep , or at least ‘proper sleep’ is an important tool in keeping healthy, for everyone; but especially for a person with psychotic mental health issues.
They’re stripping him back of f the Risperidone and trying the Sodium Valproate.
On Christmas Day, I go in with enough presents for everyone in the unit. Of course it’s only magazines and comics... I’m not allowed to bring anything else. But I’m treated like a celebrity by the teenagers... however; it’s Silas I’m there for. He’s my family, he’s my heart!
This time while Silas has been in the unit, I’ve taken Rachel’s advice and put up a profile on an internet dating site.
“So what photos do you have of yourself?” Rachel asks.
“On the computer?” I query in return.
“Yes... on the God damn computer! It’s the 21 st century Jade, this is the way people meet these days!” Rachel scolds me.
Rachel is really the only friend that has stuck around so completely. She’s not a fly by ; she’s a phone me weekly, ask me frequently to come out, type of friend; despite me always saying no, she still tries. She’s also not scared of Silas, so she comes over fairly regularly, when our schedules match us to a day off, and we aren’t desperate for some z’s.
This development has her enthusiastically bouncing off the walls.
We’ve finished my profile, except we need to add a photo.
“I don’t have any photos on my computer.” I explain.
Rachel groans and grabs her mobile phone.
“Go and tidy yourself up... you look like shit... no-one wants to see you at your worst!” she says , pulling me out of my office chair and throwing her weight behind shoving me towards the bathroom.
“Well, thanks a bunch!” I sarcastically reply.
I wash my face and brush my hair; leaving it out. I walk back out to the lounge area, where Rachel is seated at the computer, finalising some of my profile answers. She swings around to watch my approach.
“Go and put some foundation on... and a bit of gloss on your lips! I can see all your freckles!” she demands.
“Fuck Rache... you’re scoring on the brownie points tonight!” I say, before turning back to my bedroom to comply.
“And put a different shirt on!” I hear her shouting out from behind me.
When I return, foundation covering my freckles, a black slim fitted tee on; she smiles.
“God... I forgot how sexy you are!” she enthuses.
“You offering?” I chuckle.
“Sweetie... if I was that way inclined... I’d have you slouched over the back of the couch with your pussy in the air... while I chowed down on you!” she says with a wicked grin.
“Eww... you are like my best friend! Don’t talk about my vagina like it’s an order from the local take out!” I mock disgust. We work in an industry where this is fairly benign discussion. Black humour is frequently thrown around. It’s a good way to alleviate the stress of the work environment.
***
Another week, another guy sending me pictures of his dick; a flaccid one this time! Nice!
I’m on loud speaker with Rachel...
Silas is coming home tomorrow, and he’ll be back at work the following day! The timing kind of sux, because it means he hasn’t had time to settle back into routine in the ‘real world.’ But right now, I’m discussing
I wish someone would rub my head, my neck and my feet too!
I send him on his way, and afterwards make my way too. I’ll lay there and listen to the sounds he makes. If he doesn’t go to sleep, I won’t either. I’ll listen out to him for the next few days. We just need to get him to that appointment!
***
It’s a whole lot of bullshit! Not going to sleep when listening out for someone else living with you! You fucking do... go to sleep! I’m just glad the shit finally went down when we were both at home; and that it was the day after his work finished up for the year.
Sleep , or at least ‘proper sleep’ is an important tool in keeping healthy, for everyone; but especially for a person with psychotic mental health issues.
They’re stripping him back of f the Risperidone and trying the Sodium Valproate.
On Christmas Day, I go in with enough presents for everyone in the unit. Of course it’s only magazines and comics... I’m not allowed to bring anything else. But I’m treated like a celebrity by the teenagers... however; it’s Silas I’m there for. He’s my family, he’s my heart!
This time while Silas has been in the unit, I’ve taken Rachel’s advice and put up a profile on an internet dating site.
“So what photos do you have of yourself?” Rachel asks.
“On the computer?” I query in return.
“Yes... on the God damn computer! It’s the 21 st century Jade, this is the way people meet these days!” Rachel scolds me.
Rachel is really the only friend that has stuck around so completely. She’s not a fly by ; she’s a phone me weekly, ask me frequently to come out, type of friend; despite me always saying no, she still tries. She’s also not scared of Silas, so she comes over fairly regularly, when our schedules match us to a day off, and we aren’t desperate for some z’s.
This development has her enthusiastically bouncing off the walls.
We’ve finished my profile, except we need to add a photo.
“I don’t have any photos on my computer.” I explain.
Rachel groans and grabs her mobile phone.
“Go and tidy yourself up... you look like shit... no-one wants to see you at your worst!” she says , pulling me out of my office chair and throwing her weight behind shoving me towards the bathroom.
“Well, thanks a bunch!” I sarcastically reply.
I wash my face and brush my hair; leaving it out. I walk back out to the lounge area, where Rachel is seated at the computer, finalising some of my profile answers. She swings around to watch my approach.
“Go and put some foundation on... and a bit of gloss on your lips! I can see all your freckles!” she demands.
“Fuck Rache... you’re scoring on the brownie points tonight!” I say, before turning back to my bedroom to comply.
“And put a different shirt on!” I hear her shouting out from behind me.
When I return, foundation covering my freckles, a black slim fitted tee on; she smiles.
“God... I forgot how sexy you are!” she enthuses.
“You offering?” I chuckle.
“Sweetie... if I was that way inclined... I’d have you slouched over the back of the couch with your pussy in the air... while I chowed down on you!” she says with a wicked grin.
“Eww... you are like my best friend! Don’t talk about my vagina like it’s an order from the local take out!” I mock disgust. We work in an industry where this is fairly benign discussion. Black humour is frequently thrown around. It’s a good way to alleviate the stress of the work environment.
***
Another week, another guy sending me pictures of his dick; a flaccid one this time! Nice!
I’m on loud speaker with Rachel...
Silas is coming home tomorrow, and he’ll be back at work the following day! The timing kind of sux, because it means he hasn’t had time to settle back into routine in the ‘real world.’ But right now, I’m discussing
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