i am unimpressed with an awful lot here. to begin with, not being admitted until 1am after arriving at the ER at 7pm seems a might inefficient. the whole place is dismal, dingy, the only vegetarian offering was crappy peanut butter and fruit. at least there was fruit.
overnight staff was actually alright, charlie the sunshine girl notwithstanding [ed. charlie the sunshine girl was a fairly sizable hispanic dude wearing a gray and pink sweater jacket who's whole aspect said 'glad to be of service - somewhere else, some other time'. he was the psych tech on-site at the ER]. half the 2nd floor unit is under renovation, which means that i, presenting with major depression exacerbated by social anxiety disorder, got a room mate. awesome. at least it was 1am and no one cared to socialize, but all i wanted to do is disappear under the water for 30 minutes and i didn't want to keep roomie up.
beds could be worse, could be better. brandie failed to plan for the possibility of my being admitted, so it was either sleep in my clothes or the handkerchief that leaves one's ass exposed.
7am, rise and shine. 5 hours of sleep on the psych ward. cool. vitals are taken. i meet adolf hitler. he sings beach boys tunes. LOUD. tells blonde jokes. i'm sitting and writing in the breakroom while he tells jokes while a quiet and affable black guy wearing a towel draped over his head reads the paper. i have christened him 'tut'.
huh. turns out that hitler claims he is about to win millions in a lawsuit over shock treatments he received in the 70s. claims he also killed the doctor who gave them to him. 'jumped the fence and then later ran him off the road in his new jaguar'.
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