Day 5
The pick-line is in. I was awake for the procedure as they peirced my vein and threaded the tubing up the length of my arm, stopping at my heart. They used a mild anaesthetic, so it was uncomfortable instead of painful. I get my third Anafranil treatment today.
The Adolescent Psychiatry ward is known as a restricted area. The doors lock automatically. The patients are not allowed to leave unless they're with their staff (nurse) or parents. There are different "levels" that mark different priveleges. If you are level one, you don't get to make phone calls, you have to wear hospital pajamas, you can't leave for any reason and you have to go to bed at 8 pm. Most people start out on Level 2 (wear your own clothes, make phonecalls to family, 9:30 bed, etc). But no one, absolutely no one, seems to make it to level 5. It means you can leave on your own, make phone calls to friends, go to bed at 10:30, so on and so forth. Well, they put me on level 5 because I'm here for different reasons than the other patients. I try and smuggle my room mate donuts when I go downstairs to the food court for lunch.
Ugh, there is nothing I despise more than patients who come in here and think they're better than the rest of us. They insist they don't have a problem and that THEY don't belong here, and somewhoe WE do. Anthony is like that. Even if you're not crazy when they send you here, you're still crazy when you leave. It's a virus.
I must go...I'm in "school" and other people need to get on the computer. Toodles.
The Adolescent Psychiatry ward is known as a restricted area. The doors lock automatically. The patients are not allowed to leave unless they're with their staff (nurse) or parents. There are different "levels" that mark different priveleges. If you are level one, you don't get to make phone calls, you have to wear hospital pajamas, you can't leave for any reason and you have to go to bed at 8 pm. Most people start out on Level 2 (wear your own clothes, make phonecalls to family, 9:30 bed, etc). But no one, absolutely no one, seems to make it to level 5. It means you can leave on your own, make phone calls to friends, go to bed at 10:30, so on and so forth. Well, they put me on level 5 because I'm here for different reasons than the other patients. I try and smuggle my room mate donuts when I go downstairs to the food court for lunch.
Ugh, there is nothing I despise more than patients who come in here and think they're better than the rest of us. They insist they don't have a problem and that THEY don't belong here, and somewhoe WE do. Anthony is like that. Even if you're not crazy when they send you here, you're still crazy when you leave. It's a virus.
I must go...I'm in "school" and other people need to get on the computer. Toodles.