Post by Ativan Prescribed on Mar 3, 2016 23:54:53 GMT 8
Well I'm back. Feel like I've been beat up or else having a horrendous hangover.
Pretty shaky,... Anxiety is pretty high.
Long story short, I ran into trouble with the people I lived with.
My arm is still healing, the X-rays are just awesome to see. Broke it in four places.
The people I lived with were stealing my percocet and more, I threatened to call the police, they called first and said I was ranting about slitting my throat.
It was taken seriously and I was escorted by 3 deputies into a waiting ambulance.
They had to wake me up, I was sleeping and had been all night.
I asked them if people generally do that, get a good nights sleep before offing themselves, it didn't matter.
I ended up in a mental health unit in a hospital... Not the best place to be.
They decided that I didn't need as much pain meds as I had been taking, which led to some rabid discussions about their ability to deal with pain.
My idea of what I thought of some of them was turned into proof they needed to have me committed, own by the state here.
So I have 3 1/2 months left of that, and then I will be a free person again.
So for the time being, I'm stuck in Foster Care in a 20,000 people town in western MN.
3 1/2 months locked up in a 13 people unit, nothing much to do but look down on the parking lot from five stories up.
At first I thought people really don't know how to park their cars, but realized that I have done the same idiotic maneuvers myself.
The same food every day, 3-4 things to pick from, but it's like eating at McDonald's every day for 3 1/2 months.
Doesn't matter what you order, it all tastes the same.
That's the short version of where I've been for 3 1/2 months, and where I am now for another 3 1/2 months.
It's going to take awhile to get back to 'reality' again.
So mostly I'll be reading stuff here, maybe making incoherent replies sometimes...
Ativan
Pretty shaky,... Anxiety is pretty high.
Long story short, I ran into trouble with the people I lived with.
My arm is still healing, the X-rays are just awesome to see. Broke it in four places.
The people I lived with were stealing my percocet and more, I threatened to call the police, they called first and said I was ranting about slitting my throat.
It was taken seriously and I was escorted by 3 deputies into a waiting ambulance.
They had to wake me up, I was sleeping and had been all night.
I asked them if people generally do that, get a good nights sleep before offing themselves, it didn't matter.
I ended up in a mental health unit in a hospital... Not the best place to be.
They decided that I didn't need as much pain meds as I had been taking, which led to some rabid discussions about their ability to deal with pain.
My idea of what I thought of some of them was turned into proof they needed to have me committed, own by the state here.
So I have 3 1/2 months left of that, and then I will be a free person again.
So for the time being, I'm stuck in Foster Care in a 20,000 people town in western MN.
3 1/2 months locked up in a 13 people unit, nothing much to do but look down on the parking lot from five stories up.
At first I thought people really don't know how to park their cars, but realized that I have done the same idiotic maneuvers myself.
The same food every day, 3-4 things to pick from, but it's like eating at McDonald's every day for 3 1/2 months.
Doesn't matter what you order, it all tastes the same.
That's the short version of where I've been for 3 1/2 months, and where I am now for another 3 1/2 months.
It's going to take awhile to get back to 'reality' again.
So mostly I'll be reading stuff here, maybe making incoherent replies sometimes...
Ativan
