jillybean
Cathlete
Gotta tell someone. Two years ago, I was (as many of you know) hospitalized in a psych unit for anorexia. I was there during St. Patrick's Day, Easter, Memorial Day, the 4th of July, and Labor Day. That is how I measured time, in incriments of picnics and parties with scary food that I would fortunately be missing. On the night of the 4th, 1999, the patients were all excited. The visting room's window faced the state capital, where a huge fire works display was to take place. There was also a big display near the river, on the other end of our ward. The patients ooed and awed over the beautiful pops of color. They ran down the hall from window to window watching sparklers fly both east and west. I watched and actually got excited too, something I didn't feel often. I ran to the other window to catch a glimpse when a nurse grabbed me and protested, "You can't run! You are on exercise restriction! Go to bed!" That ended my 4th of July festivities. Last year, I bought a cake to bring to a picnic, at it all in the car on the way there, drove home, threw up, and went to bed. But this year - I did CTX 10-10-10 in the morning, went to a baseball game, and watched fireworks. And ate like a regular person. I had cake, but only one piece. I smiled, laughed, and felt like a normal human being. This is a completely boring story, I am sure, but I am just so happy that I had to share it. Thank you Cathe for getting me out of my unhealthy lifestyle and thank you to all of the forum friends I have made for listening to me and supporting me. God bless.
