Am in the ER at Mt. Auburn in Cambridge, McLean has a bed reserved for me at Women’s PTSD unit – the God’s are shining down upon me today.
Magical ambulance ride shortly, where you get to stare out the back at traffic and are totally disoriented when you are leaving the facility.
But, the reason for the post, for those of you who have never had the pleasure – the funniest thing about committing yourself – I’m in a room at the ER & they have taken my things (except my computer & work materials – somehow it didn’t occur to them a pen could be used for self harm, though I’m not a self-harmer) & they have the shade opened so I have no privacy & – here’s the fun part – I HAVE MY OWN PRIVATE SECURITY GUARD! Making sure I don’t try to drown myself in the sink, cut myself with my plastic knife from lunch, swallow some rubber hospital gloves. Actually, I prefer to think of him as my Guardian Angel, even though he doesn’t speak, reads the ‘Boston Herald’ and wears a scary uniform.