June 8, 2007 at 1:44 pm Leave a comment

I seem to have randomly acquired a CPN (Community Psychiatric Nurse). He just returned my call asking him who he was and why he wanted to see me. Turns out the psychiatrist referred me. This is odd, since it’s not something we discussed and it’s been around 4 months since I saw her.

To be honest, I’ve only a vague idea of what CPN’s do. I assume part of it is checking to make sure that I’m not obviously insane/suicidal. According to MIND they also do “counselling or anxiety management, or exploring different coping strategies with people with acute short-term difficulties”.

So, I suspect it’ll be the advice to stick a rubber band around my wrist and snap it when I feel the urge to cut. But wait, the blood’s important, so maybe I should be drawing on myself in red ink, or spilling ketchup, or something. Still, maybe the CPN will be handy if the sleep deprivation sends me completely paranoid.

Ah yes. The sleep deprivation. I stayed up until 4am last night and set my alarm for 10am. Ouch.


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Hi, I'm James. I'm a 26 year old guy from England with bipolar disorder (currently well controlled). I also have a circadian rhythm sleep disorder (not so well controlled). This blog has charted my journey from mental illness, through diagnosis and, recently, into recovery. It's not always easy, but then, what is?


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