BlueberryBlue
Well sh!t, guess I'm back.
- Oct 30, 2023
- 10
Hey there SaSu! I just got back from my trip to the psych ward after a rather impulsive attempt to ctb. Here's how my visit went:
I came downstairs at around 10ish pm on the 8th and tell my mom about what I did and ask her to take me to the er since I can't stop throwing up when I drink water. Both my parents take me to er #1. They take all my clothes, my shoes, anything I can hurt myself with, all that fun stuff. They get me at least stable enough to transport me to the hospital. This hospital has a psych ward in it, and I just turned 18 in June, so I'm able to be admitted there.
But first they take 2 days to make sure my kidneys are fine, draw my blood at least 4 times through the IV and maybe 4 more through my other arm, leaving me bruised af. I'm watched by at least 5 separate people to make sure I don't kms again, bags in the room are paper, I get the safety trays for meals, no metal, etc. Weirdly enough they let me keep my phone and cord until I had to be transported down into the psych unit, yay.
So I'm already sick of being in the hospital when I'm being wheeled downstairs. I didn't get a choice in whether or not I was admitted. I didn't want to get 302ed (a legal process that is basically saying the doctor wont let you leave against medical advice), so I kind of just went with their suggestion, figuring that I would just go for a little bit. Meds weren't working and they could change them fast there.
I got a chance to pack a quick bag before I was taken to the er, so unlike a lot of new patients there, I was able to get my clothes on basically immediately. I've been through this all twice before, I generally know what I can and can't pack. They didn't let in my hoodie though weirdly enough, they didn't have strings on them. This hospital must have had something specific against hoodies I guess. So here I am, in the adult unit for the first time in my life, scared shitless. The first thing I did was grab a blanket and rip the thread with my teeth and begin to fashion a rope out of it, but it was too loud and I was too scared I'd be caught.
The schedule went like this.
7:00-7:30: morning vitals
8:00-8:30: breakfast
8:30-9:00: morning meeting and stretches
9:00-10:30: occupational therapy (just painting wood/coloring/other artsy stuff)
10:30-11:30: morning group
11:30-12:30: lunch
12:30-1:00: break
1:00-2:00: group (typically a "fun" one, mainly just free time activities but with other people. So board games, reading, puzzles, but you have to do it in the lounge area where we eat)
2:00-3:00: art group (like OT, but only coloring/paper stuff. The nurse was weird and wouldn't let us do OT stuff in art group)
3:00-4:00: quiet time
4:00-4:30: evening vitals
4:30-5:00: dinner
6:00-7:00: visiting hour
8:00: snack
11:00: room time
Honestly, the days didn't change too much from this schedule. Lots of 3 day visitors, folks who signed their 72-hour notice on day one. They wouldn't give me a clear timeline on when I would be released, so I 72ed myself on day 9. I think that they would have kept me longer though, but I suppose I wasn't worth the trouble of petitioning the court to make me stay lol.
Anyways, questions are absolutely welcome, this post isn't to either condemn nor promote mental health facilities, just to spread how it was like :)
Also if this isn't the right place to post this pls lmk I was going back and forth putting it here and in recovery.
I came downstairs at around 10ish pm on the 8th and tell my mom about what I did and ask her to take me to the er since I can't stop throwing up when I drink water. Both my parents take me to er #1. They take all my clothes, my shoes, anything I can hurt myself with, all that fun stuff. They get me at least stable enough to transport me to the hospital. This hospital has a psych ward in it, and I just turned 18 in June, so I'm able to be admitted there.
But first they take 2 days to make sure my kidneys are fine, draw my blood at least 4 times through the IV and maybe 4 more through my other arm, leaving me bruised af. I'm watched by at least 5 separate people to make sure I don't kms again, bags in the room are paper, I get the safety trays for meals, no metal, etc. Weirdly enough they let me keep my phone and cord until I had to be transported down into the psych unit, yay.
So I'm already sick of being in the hospital when I'm being wheeled downstairs. I didn't get a choice in whether or not I was admitted. I didn't want to get 302ed (a legal process that is basically saying the doctor wont let you leave against medical advice), so I kind of just went with their suggestion, figuring that I would just go for a little bit. Meds weren't working and they could change them fast there.
I got a chance to pack a quick bag before I was taken to the er, so unlike a lot of new patients there, I was able to get my clothes on basically immediately. I've been through this all twice before, I generally know what I can and can't pack. They didn't let in my hoodie though weirdly enough, they didn't have strings on them. This hospital must have had something specific against hoodies I guess. So here I am, in the adult unit for the first time in my life, scared shitless. The first thing I did was grab a blanket and rip the thread with my teeth and begin to fashion a rope out of it, but it was too loud and I was too scared I'd be caught.
The schedule went like this.
7:00-7:30: morning vitals
8:00-8:30: breakfast
8:30-9:00: morning meeting and stretches
9:00-10:30: occupational therapy (just painting wood/coloring/other artsy stuff)
10:30-11:30: morning group
11:30-12:30: lunch
12:30-1:00: break
1:00-2:00: group (typically a "fun" one, mainly just free time activities but with other people. So board games, reading, puzzles, but you have to do it in the lounge area where we eat)
2:00-3:00: art group (like OT, but only coloring/paper stuff. The nurse was weird and wouldn't let us do OT stuff in art group)
3:00-4:00: quiet time
4:00-4:30: evening vitals
4:30-5:00: dinner
6:00-7:00: visiting hour
8:00: snack
11:00: room time
Honestly, the days didn't change too much from this schedule. Lots of 3 day visitors, folks who signed their 72-hour notice on day one. They wouldn't give me a clear timeline on when I would be released, so I 72ed myself on day 9. I think that they would have kept me longer though, but I suppose I wasn't worth the trouble of petitioning the court to make me stay lol.
Anyways, questions are absolutely welcome, this post isn't to either condemn nor promote mental health facilities, just to spread how it was like :)
Also if this isn't the right place to post this pls lmk I was going back and forth putting it here and in recovery.