I can totally pack for a few days....not

I am leaving my home now for a few days. The place is due for a real treat, it's going red. Yes, dark red. And all the fittings and fixtures (window seals etc) and the ceiling is returning to be a long lost white colour. I think I will feel better living in that red colour.

It's been a few real horrible days. I've argued with my wonderful mother, only because she is the only person that I CAN argue with, which is tragic to say the least and awful for both mom and me. (most for her)

I was supposed to be on the phone yesterday with this person who claims to be my "contact person"... I can't remember ever seeing him, he might had been one of the things that the ECT took away, or he is just that insignificant. Well, I waited and waited, and eventually I had to go to the loo - and of course that's when he called. He left a message that he was going to try again, around 3ish, so I sat, not daring to move pretty much until it was 6 a-clock and he hadn't called back. I have a long list of things that I need to have out with these people, these so called doctors and nurses. It's really low, the way they kick me when I am dependant on them for medicines and sick notes. I need to tell this to them, without getting angry because my mom says that when I am angry I scare people. You don't get anything with frightened people. And also I don't want them to feel anything else but this over-whelming need of wanting to help me. So perhaps it was good that he didn't call yesterday.

Now I will be away to either friday or monday. Either way, I don't think I will update in here much. I shall see how it works from my hand-held Samsung. The site itself doesn't seem to get on with androids/telephones etc.

So, now I have to try to get as much stuff as possible in to the tiny kitchen, and in to the bath-tub. Then finally disconnect the computer. So, sending this now, with the hopes of a few really good days ahead. I am staying in a hotel until friday, and then if I am allowed to, I'll move in with my mom for a few days. Without my mom I'd be in an institution 100% of the time. Hail my Mom, Berit Lindskog! You're simply the best. (and I am sorry again, for being so horrible)