b/p'd three times since coming home from the hospital 12 hours ago.... pas bon. And they didn't even dx me with an eating disorder because last time I didn't eat was because of paranoia. This time I heard voices but they were more of the "fat pig dont' eat that tubby" variety. My first doc was a sham who did nothing but give me urinary retention (leading to a foley catheter that dislodged and caused some damage). My 2nd doc was comparatively a saint but to my eating issues all he says was "good luck with the eating issues" on my discharge day. It's not like I lied to them either. Straight up told them "I don't think I need to be here, but my friend is worried about a potential eating disorder and my mom's worried about my lack of sleep" so they called me manic and send me on my way.