Blackjack
I’ll be watching...
- Aug 6, 2019
- 777
You may know I'm dying of ALS. What I haven't disclosed until now is my 2-week stint in the Psych Ward after I was diagnosed. This is why I'm so hyper-sensitive to people's possible failed attempts that land them in the Psych Ward.
Everyone talks about failed attempts rendering them a vegetable, but the equally terrifying prospect is ending up in the Psych Ward. At least if you're a vegetable you wouldn't know you're in the Psych Ward.
The shitter for me is that I didn't consciously attempt to end my life when I was first diagnosed. I had a complete nervous breakdown and literally could not eat (it wasn't a choice) for about 4 months, which caused me to fall unconscious and be rushed to the hospital. While in the hospital I was diagnosed with Wernickes Encephalopathy from malnutrition and a feeding tube was inserted (without my or my husband's knowledge/consent.) Immediately afterwards (again without my or my husband's knowledge/consent), I was transferred to the Psych Ward because my not eating was deemed a suicide attempt, and that set the hospital's suicide protocol in motion.
To say that those 2-weeks in Psych until my ALS Dr. could get me out were pure, unadulterated hell is a gross understatement. I share this story to create awareness that things can happen that are totally beyond your control, whether you "meant" to do something or not.
My intent is to never end up in any hospital, or Psych Ward, ever again. And in 2 weeks I will take my meto & chug my N like a big girl to ensure that I don't. Failure is not an option.
Everyone talks about failed attempts rendering them a vegetable, but the equally terrifying prospect is ending up in the Psych Ward. At least if you're a vegetable you wouldn't know you're in the Psych Ward.
The shitter for me is that I didn't consciously attempt to end my life when I was first diagnosed. I had a complete nervous breakdown and literally could not eat (it wasn't a choice) for about 4 months, which caused me to fall unconscious and be rushed to the hospital. While in the hospital I was diagnosed with Wernickes Encephalopathy from malnutrition and a feeding tube was inserted (without my or my husband's knowledge/consent.) Immediately afterwards (again without my or my husband's knowledge/consent), I was transferred to the Psych Ward because my not eating was deemed a suicide attempt, and that set the hospital's suicide protocol in motion.
To say that those 2-weeks in Psych until my ALS Dr. could get me out were pure, unadulterated hell is a gross understatement. I share this story to create awareness that things can happen that are totally beyond your control, whether you "meant" to do something or not.
My intent is to never end up in any hospital, or Psych Ward, ever again. And in 2 weeks I will take my meto & chug my N like a big girl to ensure that I don't. Failure is not an option.
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