Written by: Ryan K
Originally posted: 6/10/2015
Well, damn. Shit just got really real.
Note: Don't worry; I won't be blogging timeline-style often. Just want to remember how it all started.
JUNE 9, 2015
Wake up, say bye to dad and brother before they go to work, last-min prep/packing. Anxiety is high, stomach in knots.
Start the drive to treatment center with uncle, aunt and mom in tow. Can barely speak. Wasn't expecting to be this anxious. Might pass out and die before getting to destination.
Get to center, front desk woman very nice, bring stuff in and keep in locked room. Speak with intake coordinator for two hours about life and struggle. Yes, that took two hours. Some time to kill while they clear w/ insurance. Apparently could be one hour, or five, so that's cool.
Go to restaurant nearby and have lunch with fam. Nervous. Have a glass of wine.
Get the call that insurance is down with saving life. Logistically tough to be officially admitted at the moment, so come back at 3:45 PM.
Sit in new room getting thrown a shit ton of information from one clinician while another in rubber gloves goes through things. THOROUGHLY. Takes away half of belongings to keep behind the locked staff office. Apparently makeup removing wipes is contraband.
Family leaves, unpack and get settled before dinner. Nutritionist stops by and quickly goes through options for rest of night and tomorrow. Feel very rushed, anxiety is high again.
Dinner. Not too bad.
Visiting hours. No visitors yet so start a blog.
Wrap up. Feeling OK but still apprehensive.
Speak to doctor for about an hour. Drained.
Get ready for bed. Can't sleep. Kind of want to go home.
JUNE 10, 2015
Get woken up by flashlights. Not thrilled.
Woken up for weights and vitals. Convinced of an approximate five lb. weight gain but know it's all in head. Eat breakfast, more vitals, smoke cig, morning group, eat snack (WTF WE JUST ATE), skip yoga group bc sciatica flaring, blog, wait for lunch.
Is it time to go yet? No? OK.
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