Hope
©Poet of the Shadows AKA Shadowpoet
Chapter 8
If you have never been in a Psychiatric Hospital, then I need to explain the routine. They wake you up at 7:00; Breakfast is 7:30 to 8:15; Then you have group, quiet time (3 hours total) and lunch, activity, group, more quiet time, and then supper. After supper is usually free time and the time you talk to the in house doctor (at least in this hospital). When I woke up that morning I had no idea where I was or what was going on. I didn't know that most new patients are put on 5 minuet qt (checks). I was restrained to a movable bed in the main room until I woke up. I was told I was under restraint because they didn't know if I would go ballistic, not knowing where I was and might hurt myself or someone else when I woke up.
I found out later about this next part and to be honest it still pisses me off. The night before, after all of the psychological testing, as I was talking to the psychologist I was given a drink. Considering I had been there for quite a while and I was thirsty, I drank the entire thing down. There was a light sedative in that drink which started working as we left. We stopped for dinner and my own father put the rest of the sedative in the drink I had with dinner. That's why I wasn't awake for admittance and why I was so confused when I woke up.
Though I seemingly adapted well to being in a hospital it was all an act. I hated being there and I hated the medications they tried to get me to take. (I found out later that it was good I didn't take them but that is for another time.) But most of all ... I missed Hope.
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