Day 6 - 9

What a whirl wind of a week! Thankfully somewhat sedated by medication and a lack of sleep, I managed to not fly off the handle at some irritating news, or upon running into people who were angry with me for no good reason. Work was surprisingly easy despite being completely unprepared for it, and it was great to be amongst my peers again.

Sleep is getting progressively easier - be it through the exhaustion of working or that I'm getting used to everything. I still feel a little drunk during the day, but I'm getting used to that too.

Last night I dreamt that I kept accidentally (subconsciously) trying to commit suicide. It was strange. I dreamt about taking prescription medication (just one) and then finding hundreds of them in my mouth and trying to spit them out before I swallowed them all. It was so strange. I couldn't decide if I wanted to die or not! But the good thing is I woke feeling I had just had a strange dream, not in a worried sweat that I was dying. This is progress.