I was in bed in the ER. My parents had left. it was 3:30 am. The lights were off and the place for once, was silent. I opened my eyes. i had a sitter watching me. My head hurt so bad from crying.
at 4:00 am, a staff came into my room with a wheelchair. I knew where they were going to bring me. The PSYCH ward!
“Noo” i said softly. I pulled the blankets over my head.
“Emily, there’s a bed open for you” The man said.
“I dont want to” i started to cry. They were not sympathetic.
They lifted me out of bed and sat me in the chair. I slumped over and cried.
we rode the elevator to level 2. I got buzzed in and the ER staff left. I got my room, it had two beds, but no roommate.
i picked the bed closest to the window. The night staff got me a toothbrush, comb, soap and deodorant.
i went to bed in my clothes because i came here unexpectedly.
I had 4 blankets but i was still cold. hot tears dripped down my cheek. I stared out the door.
I could NOT believe i was in ANOTHER psych ward. It was my 12th admission.
I finally fell asleep.
I knew everything about the psych ward, it was my 6th time in this particular one.
The morning staff are my favorite. They seemed to be happy to see me again when i came out for breakfast.
They moved me to a single room because i am scared of other paitents.
First thing i do every morning i am there, is call my Mom.
over the day, i call her over 20 times.
I go to group, i do crafts, i get one on one therapy.
The psych ward really isn’t SO bad. I just dont like that i cant just walk out the door.
I am locked in and have no freedom, but i do like the fact that there are nurses there 24/7 for taking my BP and heart rate. I feel safe.