I ended up in the hospital once by combining too much of a psych med with alcohol. I was quite unwell, mentally, and did it in public even. I could feel myself near the edge of becoming unconscious, so called my husband. I sort of remember a person in public asking if I was OK. He came to find me passed out on a bench outside. He had to almost carry me to the car. When we got home, I passed out again, so he called an ambulance. I vaguely recall a little of the ride. In the ER, they forced me to consume a charcoal drink. I initially refused, but they threatened to get it down through my nose, so I complied. Hubby was yelling at me to. Needless to say, I ended up in the psych hospital from there, after a night in one of the general hospital's psych holding rooms. That room was small with grey cinder block walls and no window or art. Just something no more than a metal frame bed and thin mattress. Just me in there. I recall having severe black diarrhea (from the charcoal), needing to go to a toilet multiple times, out of whose door had a security guard sitting. In the middle of the night, there was screaming of a woman in another "cell" with pleads for an opioid.

The above wasn't fun.