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The PSQR-9
26 March 2008 08:16Each time I see therapist lady, I'm required to fill out the PSQR-9.
The PSQR-9 is a form that makes the subjective into objective. A series of questions that measures depression.
Karla doesn't take much stock into the form. She rather make her own decision on other data than a Mayo clinic form.
My average score is below a 5. What gives me points is my sleep pattern.
Last night I went to bed at 7:00 p.m. and I slept till 8:00 a.m. Correction: I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and went back to bed.
My sleep pattern has always been a concern for me. Bound to be fucked up, because of my wacky work scheduel (most third shift people have fucked up sleeping patterns), my concern is that I sleep all the time, and am pretty unmotivated. Contary to popular belief, although I was productive yesterday, I made more of a disaster area, than progress. I abhore a messy house-specially when the messy house is my own.
That, and I missed a few phone calls during my slumber. Al and Circa November 2006 Lon, who is back in town.
My realistic goals today: Clean the house, Order my new glasses, Culligan Man comes at 1:00 p.m. (PLEASE LET THEM BE CUTE), pay bills and run to post office, and go to Dawns Yoga Studo at 5:15. I work at 11:00 p.m-11:00 a.m. tomarrow. Which, not only BLOWS my Thursday, but sucks.
The PSQR-9 is a form that makes the subjective into objective. A series of questions that measures depression.
Karla doesn't take much stock into the form. She rather make her own decision on other data than a Mayo clinic form.
My average score is below a 5. What gives me points is my sleep pattern.
Last night I went to bed at 7:00 p.m. and I slept till 8:00 a.m. Correction: I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and went back to bed.
My sleep pattern has always been a concern for me. Bound to be fucked up, because of my wacky work scheduel (most third shift people have fucked up sleeping patterns), my concern is that I sleep all the time, and am pretty unmotivated. Contary to popular belief, although I was productive yesterday, I made more of a disaster area, than progress. I abhore a messy house-specially when the messy house is my own.
That, and I missed a few phone calls during my slumber. Al and Circa November 2006 Lon, who is back in town.
My realistic goals today: Clean the house, Order my new glasses, Culligan Man comes at 1:00 p.m. (PLEASE LET THEM BE CUTE), pay bills and run to post office, and go to Dawns Yoga Studo at 5:15. I work at 11:00 p.m-11:00 a.m. tomarrow. Which, not only BLOWS my Thursday, but sucks.
