Last night I took a trip to the ER. My significant other really didn't want to take me since he'd miss me, but knew it's best he brought me. As you can see, they didn't make me undress until a good hour. I signed in with concern of medication regulation. During my psych evaluation I made it clear I'd like to get a new psychiatrist, my meds back on schedule, and figure out my recent horrible med shift. He said I didn't meet qualifications for inpatient. Which would be a success of its own, if I hadn't lied...
Maybe I lied about suicidal thoughts. Maybe I lied about the slash on my leg saying it was from home repair. Maybe I hid the scars all over my thighs and arms. Maybe I should be in the hospital still...but I chose to leave out all information besides my med regulation concern. If you've been in a similar position you know damn well I'm not going to sit and beg to be admitted.
My man decided to take "up the nostril" pictures to keep me in a good mood. Preventing me from freaking out wanting to leave before the evaluation.
My current goal is to get a temporary script from my primary phascian, and seek a psychiatrist I can get in with as soon as possible. I pray my mania doesn't get the best of me and I make it through my lack of meds.
I'm rather open on my blog. If you sense mania, feel free to comment about my shifts within posts. This could make me snap back to reality. The near future most likely won't be personal. Writing on specific topics can help keep my mind off negative energy. I'll keep my mental health updated. Whether it be good or bad.