Well, I think I stayed in the ER waiting room 2 minutes before I got stressed out and left. The friend who brought me there was told to leave, because there were "too many people" in there. Besides me, my friend, and a few staffers, there wasn't a mouse. Sure, deeper within there was probably plenty of casualties, so fair enough, he left. NO CELL PHONES. OK, understood. I just thought I'd let the guy at home know what was up.
And again with the cell phone thing... "Turn it off or we'll confiscate it". Cat almighty, it *had* been turned off.
I'm reactive to absolutely everything. I told them I was too stressed out to stay. Is that ironic?
Of course they ass.umed it was about the cell phone.
"Leaves without being seen", spoken in a wry, lilting squall, trailed my ass as the proverbial door hit it.
Perhaps someone in the ER has a cell phone stuck up theirs?
- Thora Zine
And again with the cell phone thing... "Turn it off or we'll confiscate it". Cat almighty, it *had* been turned off.
I'm reactive to absolutely everything. I told them I was too stressed out to stay. Is that ironic?
Of course they ass.umed it was about the cell phone.
"Leaves without being seen", spoken in a wry, lilting squall, trailed my ass as the proverbial door hit it.
Perhaps someone in the ER has a cell phone stuck up theirs?
- Thora Zine
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I remember they let me sleep the first day, because I had been up most all night crying. And whenever I woke up again, I cried some more.
They put me on effexor and a mood stablizer which made me feel like I was coming down of acid all the time. Took myself off the stablizer but effexor has done me a world of good. Alot of my borderline characteristics have faded away...
The right meds made a world of difference, and being around people with more serious problems made me realize how lucky I am, how good my life is, and that I most certainly will NEVER go back in the hospital again.
It was prolly the best thing I ever did for myself.
Good luck...