Carmina...Yes, it IS interesting, isn't it? I mean, I DROVE to the hospital and was accompanied to the intake unit. I wanted help and asked for it. The ER doctor came to the intake unit to assess the situation very quickly and stated that he was afraid I would leave (after I expressed that I thought I was possibly exaggerating my symptoms and was having second thoughts). This was a highly charged situation, of course. I think it's common to have "buyer's remorse" and change your mind. My power to make decisions was thus eliminated completely. My belongings were taken from me and locked up, and I was changed into paper scrubs and put into a locked room. This all heightened my fear, naturally, and I became paranoid (who wouldn't?). After 4 hours, post-Geodon, I was fine and was driven by police the 500 yards over to the psych building and escorted inside like a criminal. Once inside, though, I was really quite calm and no longer frightened.