This is a post from this current mania that is breaking today.  I went four days without sleep and everything was starting to break down.  This post is in response to someone else on the board as I thought it might be interesting for you.

I went into the hospital.  The doctor first said he could give drugs to keep me out, but I haven't seen those work for sleep or mania control.  I drove over to the hospital and went to the ER and told them to admit me.  My doc already called ahead so I was admitted directly to the Psych Ward.  This ward was not military and so very very different.  It is was noisy and chaotic, many other patients had very aggressive issues, or were full psychotic (the one lady walking up and down the halls yelling like she is on a cell phone with someone).  I had a private room, which is good for my PTSD.  Well, I was in for Mania.  I had not slept for four days when I arrived.  The first night they fully sedated me... which didn't work.  I was up the entire night.  Next, the morning, I met with my Doc when he was doing rounds and roughed him up a bit.  I think it was the hospital gown getting the best of me, but he put in an order, and about 1000, they came in the room to give me the drug.  Now let's just say them - 3 burly male nurses, one petite female nurse with two syringes.  I roll up my sleeve and then is when the nurses push me over and yank down the pants.  It seems to Thorazine (400 mg via IM) only goes in the butt.  I think there were only drugs involved, but they weren't in an explaining mood even when asked.  I was not acting out.  But three of them held my arms, legs, and back.  Staying still for the shot was rather easy.  I needed to sleep.  At five days, I hit my limit.  The shot took well over 90 minutes for me to get to sleep.  So I work up around 6 pm or so. I hung out with my fellow nuts until it was shot time.  Same procedure.  I should have farted in defense.   This time, I fell asleep immediately.  They might have upped the dosage and I will check when I get the records.

So I went into the hospital to be sedated.  I didn't need anything else.  I wonder if I will need to do this every time now.  This is my 7th Mania in 12 months.  I have no idea what that means, but all I know is that these manias are terrible.  I do not know what I will do, or say, or spend money, or what I will do with my car or to myself.  I also arrived very suicidal.  I told the intake nurse, and they didn't do too much.  I still have the knife right here on my desk.  I can feel the sharpness and think about it all.

:ocked for three days.  Yeah, my third.  Now I have a total of 31 days in a mental ward.