Originally posted after my stay and I was in the hospital from Oct 2 to Oct 11 of 2012
BY TESSA (non-fiction)
I’ve wanted to go on a vacation. Let’s face it, who doesn’t like vacations? Guess that would depend on the destination and whether it was planned or thrust on you.
I had had a horrid month. First there is the unplanned vacation. 8 nights and 9 days sounds wonderful. I picture a nice tropical beach with calm, clear water and balmy breezes. Uh no! I got to see how the inside of a psyche ward operates. My fault as I did something stupid. I wanted help, I got it!!!
My daughter drove me there to the ER and made sure they wouldn’t let me leave.
I was checked in.
I was relieved of all of my belongings and given my first lovely gown to wear. Security waved his wand over me to check for metal in places I would rather not mention. He can wave the wand all he wants.
Blood was drawn and urine checked. Oh goodie a urinary tract infection I didn’t know I had. Sneaky little bastard. Immediately dosed with an antibiotic. Remember, stowaways aren’t appreciated.
Was my home for almost 60 hours while they found a bed because I went to an ER that didn’t have a Behavioral Health Unit and I didn’t have insurance
Behavioral Health Unit
Transferred there by ambulance still dressed in that becoming robe. The doors were locked and I was checked for any injuries and noted on chart. My picture was taken for the chart.
Everything brought in had to be checked before giving it to us
Clothing – not necessary (you can wear their cool hospital gowns)
Food provided – actually too much was provided and I soothed myself with food, hence the 20 lb weight gain
Room – comes complete with one grumpy roommate who rarely stepped foot out of her bed….made sure I wouldn’t retreat to my bed as well
Hot showers – complete with nasty mold…ugh, ick…eeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Bed checks – every damn 15 minutes….I got tired of waving at them (needless to say I didn’t sleep well)
Medication – yeah, what a treat, everything but what I wanted them to give me
1 tv for 20 patients
Fun therapy sessions
Daily visits with Psychiatrist, Nurse and Social Worker
Books, magazines and puzzles (no shuffleboard)
Constant staff changes just to mix things up
I finally found the secret combination to get me out (I am a little slow on the uptake sometimes, besides I was drugged up and so drowsy I couldn’t have cared less half the time)
They finally said I showed 2 days of improvement so I was able to go. My daughter picked me up again.
Yeah done, not so fast. I had to agree to:
Partial hospitalization which is 5 hours of therapy a day, 5 days aweek, but I get to go home and sleep in my own bed. This is for a minimum of 2-4 weeks. They they have some other programs listed. I am on day 7 of the Intensive Out Patient (IOP) program and so tired of it already.
Now comes the next fun part:
That Friday I didn’t feel well, my clothes were wet and my skin was clammy. My thermometer wouldn’t work, but I was burning up.
Saturday back to the hospital I had just left to the ER. I arrived with a temp of almost 105 degrees and terrible body pains.
They figure I have pneumonia since I am hacking up a lung and wheezing something fierce. My asthma is out of control. Or maybe Flu or some other infection.
No flu, no pneumonia.
They attach an IV and give me fluids and another antibiotic.
I have soaked the sheet and gown twice and had to change.
Finally the temp goes down and after taking a huge amount of vials of blood to do cultures, they don’t know what is wrong. The blood cultures should be done Friday and maybe I will know something.