After that last journal, I was gone for a while, and about five days of that absence were spent in the hospital. As much as I hate to admit it, I was suicidal, hearing far too many voices in my head that were telling me to do things, and my mom wanted to know I was in a safer place than my home.
All was well in there until my blood test results came back positive for meth. YAY.
Let me tell you what happened after that. The nurses began treating me like I was some kind of meth addict (and I could tell that they were treating me this way, because I watched how they treated other people and myself prior to the tests coming back positive) and, one night when I was upset and crying, a nurse came over to me, put her hand on my shoulder, and said, "Honey, it's probably just withdrawals."
Me: "Withdrawals from what?"
Nurse: "The meth."
Me: "I'M. NOT. ON. METH."
Nurse: "Wellll, your test results came back positive for it, sooo..."
Yeah. It was fun. That was sarcasm. At least the doctors marked it as a false positive, but APPARENTLY THE NURSES DIDN'T GET THAT MESSAGE.
You have no idea how pissed I was. Seriously. I was so glad to get out of there. Oh, did I mention that a doctor happily announced my positive meth results in the MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING HALLWAY?! IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE?! ASLDHPGUW;
Swampert: But at least you had me, huh?
GO AWAY, SWAMPERT. GO OFF TO THE STORIES I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER.
Swampert: D: WHY U SO MEAN
I've been back home for about a week after that fun experience, but I've just been avoiding the internet. And the computer in general. But now I'm back... I think...