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Another failed suicide, psych ward, and an MRI.
Yeah, like this post isn't going to shock the hell out of people.

I basically had a mental breakdown while in gerany, was rushed to the hospital because I had become so drunk that started to slit my wrist, not only was there blood all over my sheets, there was also beer and vomit. Manically I was cleaned up and sobered up. Then ordered to to go home to my family doctor and into his care. So I came home and was basically 302'd and sent to Washington Psych Unit Tripple A. It was me and a bunch of other drug addicted alcoholics who failed death. And now we were stuck in a small prison of discontempt, constantly tranqued with pills so every was calm. Yeah that lasted for two minutes. They had me on all sorts of mood stabelizers and sleep aids. They upped my thyroid meds and gave me anti-depressants. Basically stayed there for a little under two weeks. Then I was shoved into the battlefield again called life. I had to find a therapist and slowly, but awkwardly talk about what happened and why I'm here. I will spare you all those details, as there's a 1Billion character limit when posting.

So now I'm on all sorts of daily meds. I"ve been having bloodwork every month, and twice this week because  I am scheduled for an MRI of my Brain this friday, Yes a fucking MRI of my brain.....

I'm scared, pissed, lonley, worried and all sorts of emotions that cannot be described with tact. This is like the super super short succint version.....One day I'll post allllllll about what reallly happened.
 
 
 

   
Earth = God's little mental asylum?
Life is very psychological - behind all the physical things we do, there's always psychological reasons, and usually a psychological impact, our physical bodies are merely machines that our psychological mind can use to interact with a physical world, as well as housing the mind.

I have had my share of issues, I think nearly everyone does to some degree or another, but we work them out over time, they dissapear, and we get stronger and eventually less confused, and we use our own experiences to help each other out and get into a more sane state of mind altogether. Any attrocities that happen are a sign of the insanity of mankind (at least those in power), as is needing something bad (i.e. needing oppression, needing challenge, etc). Furthermore, emotions aren't logical, and we get a better grasp on rationality as we harden. Emotions also warp out perspective, and can create needs.
The compulsion for me to say this is probably a sign of my own insanity. It is the existence of insanity I don't understand - how or why it happened.

But anyway, for whatever reason, people start life on this planet with room for growth, they hopefully get better and might be let out at the end - or put through more mental training until they are ready. I know some pretty sane and good people though, they might have come purely (or more) for the intention to help sort things out - if they gave up their place in heaven to come here, just to help people, that is a very noble and respectworthy sacrifice, but even so, maybe there is a chance to get even stronger while here- might as well!
I think we all shift towards a role more like that as we become less the patient and more the doctor
The odd thing is though, the insane mind believes it's sane, hence you get people more sane than normal people stuck in mental institutions on this planet because they aren't understood, and the parents may be afraid
 
 
   
 

Who wants to hear the tale of my week?
Well, it starts on Sunday morning with a trip to the out of hours medical clinic at 3am and ends here today with me arriving home after a 3 night stay in hospital.

Early Sunday morning I was so bad that I called the medical helpline and they sent a cab round to take me to the out of hours clinic...it was 3am. So the doc there gave me a shot of painkiller (which did eff all I might add) and some liquid antibiotic in the hope I'd find that easier to swallow. Let's just say it was not.

Fast forward to Sunday evening where I was in so much pain and just generally freaking out that I called my mom in the Caribbean and she told me to call a close family friend to come see to me. Which I did...and she did. She came down and together we called the medical helpline and because I hadn't been able to take anything, even fluids, they recommended I just go to A&E (Accident & Emergency), which I did.

They saw me quickly and one of the nurses was a bit of a patronising twat, but the doc was great (and apparently had a cute butt!)...and he was all set to let me go with the advice of just keep going past the pain and the reflexive gagging...mmhmm that'll help me swallow meds. But his supervisor took a look and decided to send me to the Ear, Nose & Throat specialists at another hospital about 40 minutes away.

So, it's about 11pm on Sunday evening now. I'm at St John's E.N.T...haven't eaten or drunk anything since Friday. Absolutely dead on my feet. Where they proceed to do tests on me and poke giant needles into my tonsils. Because it was so late they admitted me and there I stayed until now. Wednesday afternoon.

So now I'm battling all my mother's friends and my relatives trying to please everyone. And they're all battling amongst themselves and I'm cracking up. My uncle brought me home...now, I'm not close at all with my extended family. There are reasons. But apparently when he was speaking on the phone last night with the family friend, he'd gotten a bit indignant and 'Why wasn't I told my niece was in hospital?'...right and you would've bothered? It bugs me, in a huge way. So I got an earful when he came to pick me up.

I'm the sick one and they need to stop being dicks!

But I'm home, and hopefully on the mend, going to curl up in bed and hopefully get some sleep.

 
 
 

   
HUGE hospital scare with me todAY
So probably as none of you know I am a type 2 diabetic.
Well that means that instead of shots I take a little pill
4 times a day and watch what I eat.

Well today I nearly went into comatose, my blood sugar
was very very very very very high.. I think it was like
in the 700's and normal is 80-110.

So I went into convulsions at work and they had to call
the ambulance.

Ugh

I am much better now. I will have all of my lab results in
by tomorrow on how my tests came out.
 
 
   
 

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