I Finally Did It.
I still can’t believe I was able to do it. After my mother stopped yelling at me because she didn’t understand, things went pretty well. Holy distraction; it’s been an hour since I wrote that. Anyway, so I get to the hospital and not more than 20 seconds into seeing the nurse while im taking off my shoes she asks in a super Polish accent “You go to Holy Cross church right? At the 6:30 mass? I remember you, but I mostly go the Polish Mass.” Alright. So this ordinarily would not be strange at all. But since I cannot remember the last time I have gone to mass there (except for holidays) let alone at the 6:30 one, this woman must have a crazy memory. It’s probably been three or so years since I would regularly go. My mother still goes every Sunday but the nurse didn’t say anything about her. Oh but she say “You have a sister, right?” And it’s been around four years since she’s gone… I want a memory like that. The church is by no means a small one either. (incase you didn’t believe me or wanted to see for yourself)
http://thecatholicspirit.com/featured/holy-cross-parishioners-upset-by-media-announcement-of-plan/
It is very astonishing that someone would see and then four years later, remember someone like that. If I saw someone that I’ve gone to church with four years ago but never spoke to them, there is no way I would remember them. I really cannot get over this, as from my on goings.
Oh and sort of on the similar subject, it of which being Polish, apparently my last name is a very interesting subject. I believe out of the million people in which I talked to and read my name the last two days, only like, three or some small amount didn’t ask what the origin of my last name is. Even when a bunch of new people read my last name of the first time, most never ask anything about it. I find this quite strange.
Wow I have gone on a large tangent from the original subject. Well I guess not because the topic of this is my day one could presume. (I had written ‘say’ instead but I wanted to avoid rhyming…) Okay okay, on to a more important subject matter.
After almost exactly an hour of them calling my name, me going in, going back out, them calling my name again, me going in the coming out to wait some more, I was finally brought back to the Behavioral Emergency Center where I spend another two and a half hours in total. In that time I spoke with three different persons and was evaluated. Conclusion made: Although I still had the potential in possibly hurting myself with over dosing, I had no intentions of actually wanting to kill myself so they sent me home. Luckily, however, not empty handed. I was to come back the next morning to start the process of intensive treatment, or as it is properly called, Partial hospitalization.
Now this did not go without confusion. When they gave me my discharge papers they said I would do the partial day treatment program. There is not such a program. There is partial hospitalization and another called day treatment. Im not exactly sure the differences, but they’re different. Also in aquiring these discharge papers they told me to simply come in where I did today and they could tell me as the desk where to go. I thought to myself that was simple enough. I asked the person at the desk where to go and she tells me F194 and that it was a bit of a walk, but down the hall to the left. Alright so I walk on down the hall to the left and then I am faced with more and more direction decisions because it was not just a left. More like a left then a right then another right and a left. But who’s keeping track, really. Anyway I get to F194 and it does not look like a place that does anything with patients, it was a locked door with a few persons in offices. I somehow find my way back to the front desk (im actually really awesome at getting back to where I started when it comes to reverse directions, who knew). Even though I had found the room, I say I got lost and needed help finding the place, which im sure the woman believed. The reality though was that I was 90% certain this was not the right place I needed to be at and I wanted an escort to take me there so I would know for certain. The women at the front desk tells the escort the room number I was to be taken to and the guy was just by there and said that was not the place I wanted to go. After five to ten minutes of no one knowing where im suppose to be they finally just take me to the day treatment program office. Was that the right place I was suppose to be? Of course not. I was then taken to the last option and finally I was where I needed to be.
Here they did my intake. I’m still not sure if I’ve said everything correctly and have had it interpreted the way I believe it to be true. Time will tell I suppose.
I’m about a day behind on this now; hopefully I can catch up some day. Today is not that day though because it’s already 11pm and I have to get up at 8. I have to get use to a different sleeping schedule now for a few weeks since im use to getting to bed at 12 and waking up at 10-11.
http://thecatholicspirit.com/featured/holy-cross-parishioners-upset-by-media-announcement-of-plan/
It is very astonishing that someone would see and then four years later, remember someone like that. If I saw someone that I’ve gone to church with four years ago but never spoke to them, there is no way I would remember them. I really cannot get over this, as from my on goings.
Oh and sort of on the similar subject, it of which being Polish, apparently my last name is a very interesting subject. I believe out of the million people in which I talked to and read my name the last two days, only like, three or some small amount didn’t ask what the origin of my last name is. Even when a bunch of new people read my last name of the first time, most never ask anything about it. I find this quite strange.
Wow I have gone on a large tangent from the original subject. Well I guess not because the topic of this is my day one could presume. (I had written ‘say’ instead but I wanted to avoid rhyming…) Okay okay, on to a more important subject matter.
After almost exactly an hour of them calling my name, me going in, going back out, them calling my name again, me going in the coming out to wait some more, I was finally brought back to the Behavioral Emergency Center where I spend another two and a half hours in total. In that time I spoke with three different persons and was evaluated. Conclusion made: Although I still had the potential in possibly hurting myself with over dosing, I had no intentions of actually wanting to kill myself so they sent me home. Luckily, however, not empty handed. I was to come back the next morning to start the process of intensive treatment, or as it is properly called, Partial hospitalization.
Now this did not go without confusion. When they gave me my discharge papers they said I would do the partial day treatment program. There is not such a program. There is partial hospitalization and another called day treatment. Im not exactly sure the differences, but they’re different. Also in aquiring these discharge papers they told me to simply come in where I did today and they could tell me as the desk where to go. I thought to myself that was simple enough. I asked the person at the desk where to go and she tells me F194 and that it was a bit of a walk, but down the hall to the left. Alright so I walk on down the hall to the left and then I am faced with more and more direction decisions because it was not just a left. More like a left then a right then another right and a left. But who’s keeping track, really. Anyway I get to F194 and it does not look like a place that does anything with patients, it was a locked door with a few persons in offices. I somehow find my way back to the front desk (im actually really awesome at getting back to where I started when it comes to reverse directions, who knew). Even though I had found the room, I say I got lost and needed help finding the place, which im sure the woman believed. The reality though was that I was 90% certain this was not the right place I needed to be at and I wanted an escort to take me there so I would know for certain. The women at the front desk tells the escort the room number I was to be taken to and the guy was just by there and said that was not the place I wanted to go. After five to ten minutes of no one knowing where im suppose to be they finally just take me to the day treatment program office. Was that the right place I was suppose to be? Of course not. I was then taken to the last option and finally I was where I needed to be.
Here they did my intake. I’m still not sure if I’ve said everything correctly and have had it interpreted the way I believe it to be true. Time will tell I suppose.
I’m about a day behind on this now; hopefully I can catch up some day. Today is not that day though because it’s already 11pm and I have to get up at 8. I have to get use to a different sleeping schedule now for a few weeks since im use to getting to bed at 12 and waking up at 10-11.