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sarahnmcg 
2:57pm, June 24, 2009
So I haven't really written in a while and I need to get some things out of me. I was held in a hospital for a few days three weeks ago. I was suicidal so they threw me on the loony floor (7th) of the local hospital (Miami Valley). It was a unique experience. I was with people that were so much like me and so enjoyable I wished they could have stayed in my life. I also had some fun and enjoyed the several types of group therapy I participated in. I was on the suicidal, but not completely bonkers side (North 7 and there was South 7 for the super loonies). Our side was a revolving door for the most part. People came in for anywhere from 1-4 days and got released. There was kind of a high school vibe, but in the most positive meaning. The only thing that gave it that feel was that, when you got there, you wanted to cling to a senior, someone who had been there and could answer your questions (Hi Katie! Thanks for helping me out) then when you became the senior you became the welcoming committee and adopted as many freshmen as possible. It's a loving version of high school very much unlike real high school but it's the best analogy I could come up with. The therapy groups weren't really enlightening, but a kind of fun way to pass the time. Occupational Therapy was arts & crafts which was awesome. Really the groups where just a way to get to know the people around you. I met Louis, Jennifer, & John there and we played board/card games to pass the time. I miss those guys! We also watched a lot of Forensic Files, Cold Cases, and Law & Order. I kind of miss it but in certain ways it was hell too. I missed my family and sleeping in my own bed. I also was freaked out by the thought of not being able to leave. Then, even more freaky, Louis, John and I and 1 other guy became all that was left on the less sane side do the hospital decided that for staffing purposes they needed combine us with the super loonies by making us move to there side. I know that at least John and I needed to take happy nerve pills because we were on edge about the move. Our side was so much nicer than that side (we had a snack bar and access to food & water & non-water beverages whenever we wanted it and this side had snacks locked up and it was like pulling teeth to get something to drink) and we were only so crazy and these guys were worse off than us. That is a scary thought! That's where we met Jen, but I think that she would have been on our side with the less lunies but she was a freshmen as soon as we got to the other side so I can't say for sure. Anywho, I have mixed feelings where I had a fairly decent experience, but wouldn't want to go back especially if it ended up being a worse experience cuz the psych ward is like a box a chocolates ya never know what your gonna get...........
For a better current update: I feel like crap and I've had to borrow money from my parents to purchase food to survive. I've been trying to sell my massage table on craigslist, but no one is biting. I got some chick who wants to clean my house for it, but I need money!!! I sold my massage chair to a tattoo artist for $50 cash & $150 in tattoo. I wish I could still massage, but I guess I'm glad to have the equipment to sell right now. Life sux!
