rejected by the white coats

so i went to the hospital today, ready to sign myself in. i was scared and anxious and nearly talked myself out of it more times than i can count. but i did it-went through the doors told the gal at reception i'd spoken to someone earlier who said it was fine to just walk in since i'm in the danger zone.  i sat for a mini-assessment with a white-coat...okay more like a really cute pudgy gay guy in his 40's with a penchant for yellow and brown scrubs with frolicking monkey patterns (this visual is supposed to make me feel saner?).  evidently i am not in enough of a danger zone to be admitted. he sent me home. with the warning that if i'm in immediate danger (because being and 8 on a 1-10 scale of self-harm ideation is not immediate) i should call 911 or come into the emergency room. otherwise i should check back tomorrow morning. huh....