Ya, this January I was in self destruct mode, mixed and manic and downing lots of liquor. My arms weren't to pretty either. All of a sudden my living room was filled with uniforms, about 4 of em because my partner called them. I didn't understand why, I thought I was having a good time. Out comes the handcuffs and I thought that I was going to jail. I came to in the ER and I couldn't sit still wanting to talk to the doctors being a drunk manic. For some reason they kept yelling at me to go back in the room. I did but couldn't stand sitting down by myself. Next thing I know the doctor and nurse threw me on the bed and gave me a shot in the butt to knock me out, and they sounded like they were enjoying it! I woke up the next day to fail my psych eval and get committed for 2 weeks. At least it was a decent hospital. I rather enjoyed myself being a new thing. They usually just take me to jail. I can say I prefer a hospital over a jail anyday. We tried a few new meds but ended up just increasing my Lamictal another 100 mg which did settle me down. I'll do anything to not go back, but I'm not going to go to jail again either.