B 52, Baker Act
4:00pm, ambulance ride
The order of white knights saves the day
4:30pm, hospital waiting room
I stare at my lacerated wrists in a daze
The doctor determines that I’m a danger to myself.
Psych techs escort me beyond a locked door
I fall into a deep slumber, the first in three nights
7:00am, nurse turns on light
Time for vitals
7:30am, get dressed
Don’t wear any underwire or strings
grits and eggs yet again
I swallow the pills like a good patient.
9:00am, music therapy
Let’s sing along to, “I’ll survive,” and other songs.
9:30am, meet with doctor
Affirm the retreat of hallucinations
Analyze meditation techniques; what a snooze.
Escape the unit for a trip to the cafeteria
12:30pm, lunch meds
More meds to keep the anxiety at bay
1:00pm, art therapy
Today we are covering journals
2:00pm, psychotherapy (again)
I get to radically accept that my mental illness is real
3:00pm, rest time
It’s shift change on the ward
3:30pm, read time
How many reader’s digest can I read?
4:00pm, outside time
Run around in the courtyard like a chicken with its head cut off
4:30pm, meet with social worker
Figure out a date of release, hope it’s soon.
5:00pm, dinner time
They really feed us well. Chicken or salad?
5:30, dinner meds
Cause one must take some meds with food
6:00pm, psychotherapy group (for the third time)
DBT strategies for emotional regulation, cause I’m disregulated.
Always hoped for, but never expected. 2 visitors today.
8:00pm, snack time
popcorn and yogurt, oh my!
8:30pm, night meds
Cause some meds make you sleepy.
9:00pm, tv time
All good patients gather around the screen
9:30pm, bed time
Time to stare at the curtains and make devious plans
10:00pm, pacing time
Cause you don’t want to carry out those plans. Lap 1, lap 2…lap100
Another night on the unit, how many more, who can say?