Counting My Blessings

I feel pretty darned lucky to have access to solid healthcare facilities. If that weren’t the case, I don’t know how I’d have dealt with this whole motorbike accident malarkey. Having health insurance sure goes a long way when something like this happens.

My kids have been especially great. I was feeling pretty down last week after I was told that my rehab would have to be put on hold while I was treated for an infection. Well, ‘feeling down’ is an understatement and a half – I was actually pretty devastated, maybe disproportionately so. Anyway, Annette got the hospital to connect me with a liaison psychiatrist; I think I freaked her out when I told her I didn’t feel like eating. Really, though, who would want to eat the food here? And to think this is a private hospital!

Having a mental health professional check in with me turned out to be a good move, though. It helped me to feel secure in the fact that I’m not losing it, and acknowledge that I’m going through a pretty rough time. When I get back home to Mornington, psychiatry clinics are something I’m going to be looking into, although Joe said he thinks psychological counselling might be more appropriate if I’m not experiencing a medical mental health issue. I’m not all that clear on what the difference between the two is but I’ll take his word for it for now.

Any nominations for the best Mornington Peninsula psychologist? I know I’m getting a bit ahead of myself, seeing as I don’t know when I’ll get to leave hospital, but this experience has given me a new appreciation for my mental health and the fact that there are people qualified to help me out with it. This past couple of months has been extremely stressful, and I can see now that a bit of professional support could be very beneficial.

On the whole, though, I’m lucky to be a pretty resilient bloke.