I'm Alive.
Couple nights ago when I posted that entry, everything had gotten to me all at once. I was so bad off that one more stress would have broken me, and I got two stresses. Then I broke. And overdosed on my spiro.
I was speaking with Raine, and when she was getting ready for bed and that she'd see me the next morning. That's when I said I wasn't sure I'd make it to sunrise (I had zero balance and was really loopy). That's when Raine called the Converse City Police, and asked me to let them take care of me. I'm not sure I would have if she didn't ask, but she did, and so....
The Converse City Police saw that I wasn't doing so well and they called for an EMT. They got me in the ambulance and strapped to the stretcher. The EMT lady asked me about all I was taking.
EMT: So why are you taking spiro?
Me: I'm transgender.
EMT: Are your parents not accepting?
I think that's pretty telling how often transgenders go in for this. Wasn't the sole cause for my attempt, but a large contributor. I arrived at Northwestern Baptist Hospital at 05:32 on 16 June 2006 (yesterday). I had some IVs and injections, apparently one of them was a preliminary detox agent. I didn't get the regular detox since I had stabilized after that preliminary injection. I was so out of it, I don't remember everything that happened when I arrived there. The San Antonio Police came and issued an "emergency detention" on me, so there was no way I was getting out before seeing a psychiatrist. They had a psychologist talk to me and he filled out a lot of paperwork. After that, I was waiting on transfer.
While I was waiting to transfer, my parents came by. They knew something was wrong because I left my hat on my desk (normally I always wear my hat). I told them about the police order, and my mom was just like "this doesn't surprise me." I didn't have to actually say it, she knew what the police order meant. While they were there, my transfer had been accepted and an ambulance was dispatched to take me from Northwestern Baptist Hospital to University Hospital - Crisis Center. The ambulance driver gave my parents the address of the place they were taking me.
So last night after being admitted to the psychiatric ward, I got to talk to a doctor. She helped me a bit, and then this morning I talked to another doctor. She got me an appointment to see a psychiatrist (or psychologist? ugh, damn foggy brain), and a phone number for the Diversity Center. And a prescription for Prozac.
Raine made the call. Would I be here if she didn't? Who knows. I'm better now. Not all better, because I still have all these issues to work out, but I'm definitely better off now than I was two nights ago.
I was speaking with Raine, and when she was getting ready for bed and that she'd see me the next morning. That's when I said I wasn't sure I'd make it to sunrise (I had zero balance and was really loopy). That's when Raine called the Converse City Police, and asked me to let them take care of me. I'm not sure I would have if she didn't ask, but she did, and so....
The Converse City Police saw that I wasn't doing so well and they called for an EMT. They got me in the ambulance and strapped to the stretcher. The EMT lady asked me about all I was taking.
EMT: So why are you taking spiro?
Me: I'm transgender.
EMT: Are your parents not accepting?
I think that's pretty telling how often transgenders go in for this. Wasn't the sole cause for my attempt, but a large contributor. I arrived at Northwestern Baptist Hospital at 05:32 on 16 June 2006 (yesterday). I had some IVs and injections, apparently one of them was a preliminary detox agent. I didn't get the regular detox since I had stabilized after that preliminary injection. I was so out of it, I don't remember everything that happened when I arrived there. The San Antonio Police came and issued an "emergency detention" on me, so there was no way I was getting out before seeing a psychiatrist. They had a psychologist talk to me and he filled out a lot of paperwork. After that, I was waiting on transfer.
While I was waiting to transfer, my parents came by. They knew something was wrong because I left my hat on my desk (normally I always wear my hat). I told them about the police order, and my mom was just like "this doesn't surprise me." I didn't have to actually say it, she knew what the police order meant. While they were there, my transfer had been accepted and an ambulance was dispatched to take me from Northwestern Baptist Hospital to University Hospital - Crisis Center. The ambulance driver gave my parents the address of the place they were taking me.
So last night after being admitted to the psychiatric ward, I got to talk to a doctor. She helped me a bit, and then this morning I talked to another doctor. She got me an appointment to see a psychiatrist (or psychologist? ugh, damn foggy brain), and a phone number for the Diversity Center. And a prescription for Prozac.
Raine made the call. Would I be here if she didn't? Who knows. I'm better now. Not all better, because I still have all these issues to work out, but I'm definitely better off now than I was two nights ago.