To keep from checking into another Walking Dead Hotel, I turned to William Shatner and Priceline to find a nice place that wouldn’t cost me a lung. I’ve got a Comfort Inns and Suites room waiting for me—a $112/day room for the low, low price of $49/day! I feel like a total Shat-boss, ready to kick old ladies and children out of my way at the complimentary breakfast line.
My friend, Bea, will act as cat concierge again, making house calls on the boys while I’m away. I’ll leave them with plenty of food and water, but a week without human fawning would be intolerable. Bea will offer the proper level of deference and admiration.
I plan to stop at Whole Foods on my way West to load my cooler with kale and collard greens. Being sick has made me sloppy, doing what’s easy instead of what’s best. Getting out of town and doing something besides watching old movies and sleeping will help me point my energies in a healthier direction. I can expend a little more effort in eating my greens, in using the stationary bike at the hotel’s Fitness Center (another win for the Shat!), and in taking walks after class around the funky downtown area. I’ll be a good girl and keep my food journal, not just to keep from paying the fine at TOPS next week (50 cents!), but because I need the information. My ponies haven’t galloped too far down range, but there are several I haven’t ridden in a while. Time to hop on all those horses and ride.
And when I get home, I’ll have something special waiting for me. Yesterday, I talked with Dan, the social worker who pointed me toward Peer Training when I was in partial hospitalization last spring. The hospital program I went through offers an after-care support group, but it’s designed to be short-term. Folks are only allowed to attend for three months. Part of recovery is finding other means of emotional support through family, friends and other groups. Many people have asked for an after-after-care group, one that would let them continue with the friends they’ve made in group. Dan said the hospital finally approved a peer-led after-care group, and he wants me to be part of the peer team. The week after I get home from training, I’ll meet with Dan to start orientation and training.
The position is unpaid, which bummed me at first glance. But I quickly realized it’s the perfect way for me to ease into this work and a possible work-life. I’ll be with people I know, working in a program I believe in at Mercy Franklin (the only place I ever saw myself working). It’s a baby step, and that’s the only way to proceed here.
It’s so easy to focus on the crappy stuff—being sick, being crazy. Good Things happen, too. Especially when I point my energy and thoughts in that direction. I am infinitely grateful for that reminder today.