Anecdotes

Anecdote LXIII. Seen and Unseen

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The morning after my first round of psychosis, I was transferred to locked ward in Richmond. It only took me a few hours to talk and hassle my way out and back to freedom, but others were and would be there far longer I was. When I arrived, I was assigned a room and sent of to wait. There were no private rooms, so when I arrived at the room, there was a woman inside, sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. She only glanced at me when I entered. “Hi,” I said, taking a seat on the free bed. more »

Anecdotes

Anecdote LV. The Devil You Know

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On July 23rd, I found myself staring at an Emergency Room ceiling. It was my third visit of the year. Fortunately 2 out of 3 times this year have not been for my mind. The latest two were thanks to diverticulitis– so unexpected at my age, the doctors “didn’t think to look for it” for two weeks, and kept sending me home with “meh, viral infection.” While I’ve mostly recovered, lying in an ER room for hours with nothing to do but wait for test results tends to make the mind wander. Emergency Rooms are not happy places for me– more »