A Week In Wacko World Part 2: At The HospitalSo, when I arrived to the hospital, I was taken to the ER. I was put in a room with only a bed and a bunch of white walls, almost like what you see in a movie, I am not making this up, and given a hospital gown to change into. My gut hurt so bad that it felt like a million knives were being stabbed into it at once as I was basically dying a slow painful death as my blood pressure continued to drop. Oddly enough, though, I could still talk and breathe fine and had no hives whatsoever. It was all internal, I only had trouble swallowing.
I lied down on the bed curled up, there was a window by the door near the nurse's station and I was in a lot of pain and wish I could just die already. A nurse came down and tried to stick an IV in me, but I thrashed around and screamed refusing to let her despite the fact that I was in a lot of pain. It took her about thirty minutes until I finally gave in. She did not put any restraints on me. Those would only be a last resort or when I was in immediate danger which since I could still breathe, despite my blood pressure and whole digestive track swollen about five times its normal size and was given medicine to stop my allergic reaction as well as a blood test.
I was again alone in the room with the nurses watching me nearby from out that window and I knew ripping out my IVs would be futile since they could easily just run in, strap me down, and put them back in. It was all just plain, white walls and nothing else. A psychiatrist came to evaluate me and asked me questions and came to the conclusion that 3 to 5 days in a hospital would be my best bet and I was given the opportunity to sign some papers therefore admitting me. My mother was with me in the room when the shrink evalutated me and I had no choice but to sign. If I didn't sign, I would probably have been involuntarily admitted and have more rights taken away than necessary.
Of course, now it was just finding a hospital. Unfortunately, the local hospital which I was at was full, but they still believed that I was too dangerous to go home so they had to call hospitals all accross the state. I waited for hours on end in my white room and it was not until around 2 AM when they finally found a hospital that would take me. It was a hospital about 2-3 hours from where I was at now
My father, who was still with me after my mother went home to sleep since she had work in the morning, drove me there. I was so tired right now and I wanted to go to sleep in the back of the car, but the road was way to bumpy and bounced me around and kept me awake. It was 5 AM when I arrived at the hospital and I was escorted by a security guard up an elevator and through a winding hallway. The path to the psych ward had such a winding ath full of twists and turns that I almost think that they did that on purpose so that should anyone escape, they would have no idea how to get out of the maze easily.
At last, he finally brought me to an thick, steel door. Little did I know, after I entered the door, there would be no way out until the psychiatrist said so. The security guard then spoke into a speaker at the side of the door saying that he brought the new patient and the steel doors slid open and I was greeted by a chubby, red headed nurse. She took my bags and took me to an examination room. The psych ward had five rooms. Three had two beds, and two had three beds making it a total of twelve. I was also shown the dining room where we would also have group therapy, the TV room, the showers, and of course, the quiet room. I think it was called the meditation room, but it was still the room that they put you in when you were out of control and medicated you. I did not get to see a good look at it, but it had an antechamber with a bathroom where the nurses watched and then the room you were actually kept in, which I never got to totally see. I assume that it was padded, but I'm not sure since I only got a glimpse of it.
I really wanted to try and resist her at this point, but all of that desire faded when I was lead to a supply room to get some scrubs to get me to wear since it was part of their policy to wash all of my clothes that I brought in, including the ones I was wearing, plus, the ones I was wearing, which was a hooded sweatshirt and short shorts with a tank top underneath were apparently considered contraband and the short shorts and tank top were against dress code. It was a dress code even more strict than the strict dresscode of my Christian school.
When I was in the supply room and looked around, I couldn't help but notice a pair of riot shields and a clear tote of leather restraints among other things. This definitely intimidated me. I thought riot shields were something used in prisons or well, riots... When did they use them I wonder? I decided to be compliant with them since I was not looking forward to being treated the way I see those combative inmates on those prison documentaries are treated.
After my nurse picked out a medium sized pair of scrubs, she lead me to a small examination room, it was like any examination room you would see at a doctors office, but much smaller, I wasn't claustrophobic or anything, though. When we got there, she closed the door and I asked me to ***** down. She was going to do a ***** search on me. I hesitated a bit and unzipped my sweatshirt and she then told me to take off my tank top and bra, which apparently set off the metal detector being underwire. I actually could not wear bras the whole week because all of the ones I had were underwire. I was topless now and she took a look at me and noticed a bruise on my hip I got from pole dancing, no, I am not a ********, I use it as a form of excerise, well, I used to until college got the better of me and caused me to be too busy for the classes, but I digress. I had to tell her the reason for that huge, purple bruise.
She gave me the loose fitting shirt to put on and asked me to take off my shorts and then my panties. I didn't think she would seriously want me to take off my panties so I hesitated a little bit, but I decided to anyways. This was the most I ever revealed myself to another person, even if the nurse was a woman. After taking a good look at me, she gave me the pants, put my clothes in a laundry bag, and escorted me to my room where she would question me.
Boy, I hated telling the same story over and over again. I felt like I was being interrogated. She asked me a lot of questions, especially when I mentioned my boyfriend and she was like "Did you have sex with him?" I was appalled by such a question and I said
"No, of course not! We only went out for a month and it was much too early for us!" she apologized and said that, that was good and wanted to make sure, though she still asked if I had STDs or whether or not I was ever pregnant or served in the military even though I have Asperger's and I couldn't even serve in the military if I wanted to ever since a new law got passed that barred people with autism. She asked me question after question, including asking me if I could list three kinds of fruit for her then repeating those kinds of fruit twenty questions later. It was tedious and I was tired and just wanted to go to bed. Eventually she let me go and said good night to me and I immediately fell asleep. It was about six in the morning and I was tired. Though, as I would soon find out, I would not have a lot of time to sleep as I was awoken an hour later by the same nurse with a needle and test tubes in her hands for a blood test. I screamed
To be continued in Part 3: Meet the Patients