Indeed…
Sure I was admitted on Holy Thursday & released the very next day, Good Friday. Phew! Turns out my Community Nurse had relayed misinformation to my shrink. He was under the impression that I had been indulging in MDMA. No such luck, ha. With that matter cleared up, I walked free from my shortest yet involuntary admission once my shrink had seen me…having spent the guts of 24 hours in isolation awaiting another negative COVID test result. It was the most peaceful day I’ve ever had on a psych ward.
Enjoyed a sweet meet with two members of my psychiatric team when I was receiving my monthly dose of meds this morning, via a jab in the ass. Only delighted were they with my recent psychological stability.
To date, I have now had a grand total of 30 psychiatric admissions. Holy Thursday marked the occasion of my 29th incarceration. High on cannabis, caffeine & sugar, I was having my very own Easter Rising at the expense of all around me. If my neighbours didn’t find me entertaining, that was their problem. I was intent on psychologically terrorizing anyone who attempted to thwart my efforts to enjoy myself within a 2km radius of my home.
Living in assisted accommodation, we are constantly under close scrutiny of the staff here. And they are under strictest instructions to inform my psychiatric team of any shenanigans whatsoever on my part. Unbeknownst to me, I was sectioned on the Tuesday of Easter week but I wasn’t carted off to the hospital by officials from the Health Service Executive until Holy Thursday because there was no bed for me in St. James’s Hospital. My shrink later explained to me that if I had been placed elsewhere, it might have taken a longer for me to settle & be released.
That was in April. The month of May rolled around. I still hadn’t come down. One of our key workers remarked to me one day: “If everyone got the same buzz as you do from caffeine, no one would ever do any other drugs!” I was flying high naturally but delighted to add enhancement in the form of cannabis & caffeine.
I sat in the garden one day, flying off my head & poured out my heart to my key worker.
Corona, my Community Nurse, was duly informed that I had been making allegations to my key worker about my psychiatrist. Yes indeed, I had told my key worker that as far as I’m concerned, my current psychiatrist & one of his predecessors were indirectly responsible for the premature death of both of my parents.
My mother once warned me that I’d get myself into terrible trouble for shooting my mouth off. This time, my words landed me in hospital for nothing short of 5 weeks.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 