The beginning of the end with the mentals
Walking up to a mental hospital’s door can give you a short rush of adrenaline, your anxiety will kick in after that and leave you wanting to go home. The doctors run you through a few tests once inside the building, just normal procedure. They ask you questions that you don’t want to answer and wait as long as they need to for you to answer. They check your body for scrapes, scars and bruises and mark them down on a chart. After waiting for hours you’re taken to a room, or at least I was, all that is in the room are a couple of chairs and a TV enclosed in a case.
I’m here to tell you what it’s like to spend a week in a mental hospital. Because of certain reasons I can’t give out the exact name of this hospital so for now we’re gonna call it ‘Quail Walk’. I guess I can start with sitting in the small room. My family was with me and it was around one in the morning, all I wanted to do was sleep but the TV was too loud and there was no remote. The room smelt just like you expected it to and there was a wet spot on the floor which I was certain was pee. I sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs waiting and watching some horrible action movie. Around half an hour later, there’s a buzz from outside the back door and it slides open.
A gurney is wheeled in and a girl is sitting on top of it, fidgeting with her sleeves. She gets off the gurney and sits down in a chair with her parents, you’ll be hearing from and about this girl later on. The action movie ended and another one begun, halfway through the second movie a nurse came in and took me and my mother up to the top floor, where the adolescents were. While waiting for someone to come and take me to my room I said goodbye to my mother and sat down in a chair near one of the kid’s rooms. Every room’s door had to be kept open so I could hear into the room. The kid inside didn’t have a roommate so he wouldn’t be disturbing anyone and from outside I could hear him snoring quite loudly and whimpering. It kind of freaked me out because he was so loud.
I was taken to my room and they dropped off my clothes. I didn’t sleep at all that night. Possibly because of the kid in the middle of the hallway at about 3 in the morning screaming profanities and having a mental breakdown. I guess we can go see how the girl ended up here.
Why do hospitals always give you apple juice? I asked myself this as I sipped a disposable container of it. My mother was sitting in a chair next to me while we watched a war movie on the hospital TV and she was crying softly. Well, I guess that was kinda my fault. You see I was going to be sent to a mental hospital for a week and the doctor had just broken the news to her. I know, I know, I am a 10/10 daughter. Anyways, It was about 11 or 12 at night when I was transported to an ambulance. They strapped me to a hospital bed for “safety reasons”. I could have easily ripped the straps off and choked myself with it, but you don’t see my doing that. Also, I just love you taking my pulse the entire one and a half hour drive like I’m going to suddenly explode or something. Once I finally got to there I was taken to a room where an action movie was playing and a girl and her family were nearly falling asleep cause it was so cheesy. Oh yeah! Did I mention that I was still strapped down? Wow, I am so good at first impressions.
I was taken to yet another room where they strip me down to see if I have any cuts or burn marks. Then, I wait in the room again until almost 3 in the morning. I finally am taken upstairs where I hear screaming. Yay, it seems so fun already. I am roomed with another girl and I lay awake until I see the sun come up.
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.05.2017
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