Oh my goodness!  I can’t stop smiling and laughing and doing the “gummy bear dance”!!!  Today was my first scheduled “phone check-in” with the treatment program I’ve been accepted into.  I made the call this morning, left my info, and waited for the call — no big deal — then they called and we talked, but at the end of the conversation… she asked me if I had any more questions.  Well, I asked, “What else can I do to speed this process along?”  In addition to the application process, medical tests, and interviews – once you are accepted, you have orientation materials and other required things to keep track of while you are waiting for a bed to open up… no big deal… and so she dropped the gummy bear bomb and told me they HAD A BED!  I leave in 15 days… 

I was really scared when I talked with the person in intake today because I haven’t really been making “progress” like I did when I was hospitalized, I have merely been maintaining.  I haven’t self-injured or binged/ purged.  I’ve taken all of my meds, kept doctor appointments, used my coping skills, and kept close with my support system.  I’ve barely been hanging on, but I’ve done it.  She told me that maintaining is very critical and says a lot about my dedication.  My home situation has been very rough and transitioning from the hospital back to normal life was a mountain I feared climbing, but one I managed to embrace.  Now, I get to go 2 days after my 28th birthday!

Now I’ve got a flight to book, bags to pack, homework assignments to finish, 2 afghans to finish crochetting (one for the family whose home we are house sitting for this summer and one to take with me), addresses and phone numbers to collect, and clothes to buy to make sure I have everything I need.   I also need to write a note and make a cross for my new roommate and suitemates, to give them upon my arrival.  I’ve got to call my doctor locally and change my appointment because I wasn’t scheduled to see him until after the day they need me there.  I’ve also got to try and set up an appointment with a local doctor there, to be able to continue getting my medication and such.

Oh my goodness, it has been worth it all to see this day happen…  I got to talk with my doctor from the hospital already this afternoon and I could feel her smiling as we talked.  She helped me get everything together in the hospital and has been a major source of support for me these last 7 months.  She told me I “deserved to go to there”, which means so much.  I’ve worked hard and so have the members of my support system.  It has been a team effort and a life has been saved as a result…

Yay!  I’m going to treatment in 15days…