broken-gurl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i'm holding on in this world of decay Yikes. Well. Stuff happened that wasn't so good. A lot of stuff, in fact. I don't even know where to begin. So I went over to Vancouver with Shara on Friday, was feeling alright the majority of the time, then that night things really fell apart. I was about to take my meds when I noticed how many pills I had and ended up downing all of my meds at once. So, off to Lion's Gate Hospital Emergency Room we went. I refused to drink the fucking charcoal. If there is one thing I've learned by now you'd think it's NOT TO REFUSE TO DRINK ANYTHING. That resulted in a tube the size of a mother fucking garden hose down my nose and into my stomach. It hurt like a bitch and they left it there for most of the night. They also had an IV running into my arm, leaving me needing to pee every 30 seconds which sucked, cause I wasn't allowed to get out of bed. The ER doctor wanted to admit me, so after they did a stomach X-ray and took the IV out, they told me I was going up to A-2. The psych ward. The adult psych ward. Ack. So they brought me up. I was sharing a room with two other people. I spent the first day hiding out in my room. I didn't even come out for meals. Shara came to visit me and we found a soccer ball, so that was good. The psychiatrist, Dr. Paragas, remided me od Dr. Sigmundson, and it kind of freaked me out. Apparently he told my dad that I seemed really smart. Heh. I was so afraid there, I had a huge crying fit on the phone with my mom one night. It was so scary not knowing where the hell I was and how long I was going to be there or anything. On Sunday I was told I could go home, but no one could come pick me up until Monday morning because it was too late to catch any ferries. I was frustrated and I didn't want to go home and I didn't want to stay there, I just wanted to not be alive, so I tried to take off and get hit by a car. Shara was there so she trued to stop me and some woman on the sidewalk was screaming at me to get the hell out of the street and ended up calling the cops on me. I got handcuffed and driven back to the ward where they stripped me totally naked in front of like 10 people, gave me a gown, doped me up, and locked me up in the seclusion room for 12 hours. It was horrible. Anyway, I finally got to go home the next day. As for what's gone on since I've been home... I told my mom something huge. Yeah. I see Dr. Vogt and Peter today, have to try and explain myself to them. Great. Enough of this anyway. It's making me feel all... blah... -xxx- 10:10 a.m. - 2004-03-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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