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When I found out I was being Baker Acted, the fear returned that had been recently sedated by my lover's recommitment. The charcoal was still a fresh coating to my tongue, sickeningly sweet and putrid- both thick and overwhelming. Stan was still sitting outside the curtain of my usual Trauma section of the local E.R. Tears ran down my face as Dr. Haughes said rudely: "You know you're not going home tonight, right?"
Originally the plan was to send me across town to a small rundown clinic for the mentally distrubed. To my horror, that hospital {15 minutes away} was full. I spent the next 6 hours with Stan by my side, as the doctors dcided what to o with me. I found out the wait, was on an ambulance. I was to be taken an hour and a half away for 72 hours at least.
The EMS woman was an old hippie. She talked about the end of the world a lot, and how her husband is cheating on her. She said I didn't look crazy, and she didn't think I really wanted to die.
{finish later}