Well. I OD’d last night. Not with the intention of turning up at the ED afterwards, like I had done once before. Probably shouldn’t have broadcasted it over Tumblr then. Oops. I thought it would be okay, as there’s nobody I know personally on there. I was wrong.
I was completely out of it. I have no recollection of the ambulance arriving. I think I may have woken up for a bit while in the ambulance. The next thing I know I’m awake in the ED. It’s all such a blur to me.
A psych nurse came to talk to me and introduced me to a couple of medical students who interviewed me. From what I understand, they’re trying to contact Dr T (ha, good luck) to ask if I can be admitted to a private hospital. I’m also on the waiting list for a bed in the psych ward of F Hospital, the public hospital where I am at current, if there is no news from Dr T.
The psychiatrist here in the ED also spoke to me for a bit. The first thought that came into my head when I saw his face was, “Are you serious?” It was the same psychiatrist who assessed me last time in the ED. Not even the same hospital either. The hospital I was in last time and where I am now, they’re 15km apart, about half an hour’s drive. At least he’s a nice enough guy. And thank goodness he didn’t recognise me. “You’ve ended up in the hospital after an OD AGAIN?!” Not something to be proud of.
Meanwhile I’m spending another night in the ED while I await news of what’s happening.