Been in psych ER the last two days. Sucky but necessary. I guess I didn't "appear sick"; the drs were trying to get me to leave! They even only had 8 patients the first night and 14 the second; the room is for 30 patients. I gave up explaining, went mute after switching alters, then went catatonic. "Alright; you've convinced me." Oh thank you, your holiness. >_<
Had 3 appointments back to back after leaving psych: therapy, psych nurse, neuro.
Ended up exhausted, confused, lost, and I never got to eat between 9am and 4pm. Also was dehydrated. Sucky. But! I'm home.
There were ladybugs inside ER on the windows. My 10 yr old boy alter collected them (urine sample cups are far better used for catching bugs) ) and then put them in my house plants today when I got home.... need I say I can't find a single one of the 14?