
Letmego. Please
Wizard
- Nov 18, 2018
- 619
So ever since my unwise idea that MH were going to discharge me as a pointless waste of space (delusional thinking can suck hairy balls sometimes) And my then unwiser decision to just say what i was thinking (I honestly thought it wouldn't matter as they were getting shot of me anyways & i thought my Cpn already knew so no bother hiding it) they have both been oddly interested in my well fair.
So i show up to see the shrink as requested on Thursday to have what seemed like a surreal discussion about wether to put me on Clomipramine or Amitriptaline, i mean seriously there i am depressed as fuck but quietly amused that she is even thinking of putting me on Amitrip, the great drug of death. Sadly end up with the other & politely declined a bed in the local loony bin. All good so i thought.
Till yesterday morning when someone from the crisis team turns up & decides she wants me assessed under the mental health act, oh crap thinks me, but it seems ok, like there is no rush so i relax a bit & they say they will be back the next day.
About 5pm there is a knock at the door & a quick check of the camera shows me the now oh so familiar image of 3 people (2 doctors & a Mh social worker), so after a brief discussion about what would happen if i didn't let them in as requested (it wasn't good) i let them in reluctantly. They again tried to persuade me to go into the hellhole, said no way but about the same time i get a text from a mate that see's the same Can as me. So when they go off to another room to discuss what to do i read the message from my mate.
It's happy days, said Cpn was just round visiting her when she had to take a call from the crisis team (And as she's a tad deaf you can always here the other side of the convo) The call was about me & how they wanted me in but they had no spare beds without sending me out of area.
So for now i am safe, unlikely anybody will be discharged, freeing up a bed till Monday at least, i have to deal with twice daily visits but that still leaves me plenty of time to what i need.
If you have read this far, thanks, & can you keep your fingers crossed my assumption of no bed till next week is true.
So i show up to see the shrink as requested on Thursday to have what seemed like a surreal discussion about wether to put me on Clomipramine or Amitriptaline, i mean seriously there i am depressed as fuck but quietly amused that she is even thinking of putting me on Amitrip, the great drug of death. Sadly end up with the other & politely declined a bed in the local loony bin. All good so i thought.
Till yesterday morning when someone from the crisis team turns up & decides she wants me assessed under the mental health act, oh crap thinks me, but it seems ok, like there is no rush so i relax a bit & they say they will be back the next day.
About 5pm there is a knock at the door & a quick check of the camera shows me the now oh so familiar image of 3 people (2 doctors & a Mh social worker), so after a brief discussion about what would happen if i didn't let them in as requested (it wasn't good) i let them in reluctantly. They again tried to persuade me to go into the hellhole, said no way but about the same time i get a text from a mate that see's the same Can as me. So when they go off to another room to discuss what to do i read the message from my mate.
It's happy days, said Cpn was just round visiting her when she had to take a call from the crisis team (And as she's a tad deaf you can always here the other side of the convo) The call was about me & how they wanted me in but they had no spare beds without sending me out of area.
So for now i am safe, unlikely anybody will be discharged, freeing up a bed till Monday at least, i have to deal with twice daily visits but that still leaves me plenty of time to what i need.
If you have read this far, thanks, & can you keep your fingers crossed my assumption of no bed till next week is true.