I had a sucky day yesterday. Ended up in the psych ER absolutely NOT NEEDING TO GO and telling the police officer that as well. And what did the psych ER doctor do? Release me to my husband (after the police officer left, good God, he'd waited around long enough, he could have given me a ride out of the Houston Medical Center & back to my house; it was a local officer from my town (not that huge a place, La Porte).

Should you care to read about that horror story, it's in the bipolar check-in thread somewhere.

Getting processed took ages. I was so cold. I was wearing shorts, a short-sleeved shirt & sandals. Asked for a blanket, nope, not until processed. That took like 3 hr. (45 minutes waiting first in cop car until they had space), then instead, handcuffed to a bench, I tell you. OMG. And I had to pee so bad. I kept telling them and they were like wait until this, wait until that. I nearly had an accident waiting 3 hours to pee. If I get a UTI from this, they will be hearing from me. That is how my daughter once got a UTI, waiting too long to go.

God awful tired today. Maybe fibromyalgia flaring up with the stess. Spine hurts like crazy from banging against the back of the hard police car seat (yes, I need to gain weight, but the officer didn't need to drive like a NASCAR racer either).

Didn't do well on eating yesterday through no fault of my own. Got driven into the Houston med center before I could have lunch, assessed and put on a ward to wait for my husband to pick me up after they had served lunch, husband picked me up as dinner was coming out very late, but all I wanted was to leave. Not only was it depressing, it was freezing cold, even with lots of blankets. And it wasn't just my weight. Everybody in there, all different sizes had tons of blankets on, except the nurses & orderlies.

So I'm not in a psych ER today. I guess it sucks a little less.

Didn't exercise this morning. Wanted to, but my youngest sister wanted to meet to talk, so I did that instead.