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Well the good news is I'm not pregnant
Oct. 25th, 2002 11:36 amSo.. I crashed Wednesday night. Late. The book didn't offer comfort, tv didn't offer comfort, and for some reason I wasn't tired enough to sleep. Which is what scared me. Most of my support group i didn't want to call, due to a previous conversation with someone during the day, and so I called my therapist. After an hour on the phone with her an kaiser, they sent me to the hospital.
At the hospital they couldn't make up their minds as to whether I was a direct admit, or if I was to get blood taken first and then be a direct admit. We went almost up to the ward, only to be told we had to stay downstairs.. How incredibly frustrating, as it was already 2:30 am.
They took my blood, unfortunately. The only saving fact was that I had my pony to squeeze the head off of. At this point I was getting tired, and asked if I could go hoome, but since I was in, they wanted me to stay in. Grrrr. 2 1/2 hours for the results to come back. And everything was normal, as I knew it would be. This wasn't anything with my medicine.. I could have told them that. I told them there was no possible way in hell I could be pregnant too, but they did a pregnancy test anyway. So finally htey took me up to the ward.
An hours worth of files to fill out by a guy asking me questions. Was I thinking about killing myself now. No. What would I do if I did kill myself.. Things like that. Then he showed me my plan of treatment- 1-7 days!! I suddenly felt like I had been snowed. They told me I was just going to be in tonight to get some sleep and make sure I came back out of it ok. I was suddenly really worried.
Alan gave me a tour of the facilities, after giving me an adivan to help me sleep. I missed my bedroom, missed my blankie, wanted mommy and daddy and mom and dad and everyone who I felt I could cling to to know it was going to be okay. I was so scared and alone. They didn't have a pillow for me so they gave me a blanket folded up as a pillow. I cried myself to sleep.
I kept getting woken up by people talking to me, and then a meeting with the physician they assigned to me, and calling daddy to come for a meeting in the afternoon with the physician. I was half afraid they were going to make me stay longer. Went back to bed, woke up with a note saying my mom had called, and a request for more tests to be done. The girl next to me introduced herself, and then I listened to a conversation of hers later- she was a paranoid schitzophrenic. was very interesting.
someone woke me up later to make sure I was okay, and to get me to walk around a littl ebit, and then told me it was after the meeting time. I walked out and there was mommy and daddy, ready for the meeting. Which was then when I was realeased. Thank god.
We got dinner, then I went home and went to bed. I slept all night. got up this morning and still feel groggy. Coffee didn't even help. And I'm dealing with the hollow feeling.
If you think I'm depending on you too much, please tellme. I'm sorry if I am.
I never want to go to the hospital again.
At the hospital they couldn't make up their minds as to whether I was a direct admit, or if I was to get blood taken first and then be a direct admit. We went almost up to the ward, only to be told we had to stay downstairs.. How incredibly frustrating, as it was already 2:30 am.
They took my blood, unfortunately. The only saving fact was that I had my pony to squeeze the head off of. At this point I was getting tired, and asked if I could go hoome, but since I was in, they wanted me to stay in. Grrrr. 2 1/2 hours for the results to come back. And everything was normal, as I knew it would be. This wasn't anything with my medicine.. I could have told them that. I told them there was no possible way in hell I could be pregnant too, but they did a pregnancy test anyway. So finally htey took me up to the ward.
An hours worth of files to fill out by a guy asking me questions. Was I thinking about killing myself now. No. What would I do if I did kill myself.. Things like that. Then he showed me my plan of treatment- 1-7 days!! I suddenly felt like I had been snowed. They told me I was just going to be in tonight to get some sleep and make sure I came back out of it ok. I was suddenly really worried.
Alan gave me a tour of the facilities, after giving me an adivan to help me sleep. I missed my bedroom, missed my blankie, wanted mommy and daddy and mom and dad and everyone who I felt I could cling to to know it was going to be okay. I was so scared and alone. They didn't have a pillow for me so they gave me a blanket folded up as a pillow. I cried myself to sleep.
I kept getting woken up by people talking to me, and then a meeting with the physician they assigned to me, and calling daddy to come for a meeting in the afternoon with the physician. I was half afraid they were going to make me stay longer. Went back to bed, woke up with a note saying my mom had called, and a request for more tests to be done. The girl next to me introduced herself, and then I listened to a conversation of hers later- she was a paranoid schitzophrenic. was very interesting.
someone woke me up later to make sure I was okay, and to get me to walk around a littl ebit, and then told me it was after the meeting time. I walked out and there was mommy and daddy, ready for the meeting. Which was then when I was realeased. Thank god.
We got dinner, then I went home and went to bed. I slept all night. got up this morning and still feel groggy. Coffee didn't even help. And I'm dealing with the hollow feeling.
If you think I'm depending on you too much, please tellme. I'm sorry if I am.
I never want to go to the hospital again.
