I honestly don’t understand what happened, but it was the same thing that brought me to my diagnosis.8 years ago.
All day Saturday I was manic. Super happy. Talking too much and too fast. Etc. Then the dark of night came and I decided to take all of some of my medications. I rather not mention which ones and give any suicidal person reading this to follow my lead. I remember the police coming because my ex got a text message that I overdosed. It was around 4:30 in the morning. I have no idea if it was them or an ambulance that took me to the local hospital. Again, I am not sure what happened but I woke up in the ER and was later taken to ICU.
I spent most of the day there. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Whenever I had to use the bathroom, someone had to be in the room with me. I had a nurse who sat outside my room watching me. And the IV needle stuck in my right arm hurt like hell!
I was then transferred in the back of a cop car to a hospital with a pysch unit. I had never been in a cop car so that was new. Once i got the next hospital, I waited downstairs for some time for intake. Then they sat me in front of a computer screen and a psych doc far, far away asked me, like, 5 question.
I waited some more and finally, at 11 at night, was taken upstairs to the Unit.
I have much more to say about Unit A, but will leave that for the next blog. And I am sorry I nearly left you.
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