I thought I could handle it... I thought everything was okay. That it was something I could handle, but I just couldnt stop it. I had a panic attack in the middle of PT. I just hid out in my room, and put a note on my door telling anybody who might pass by to LEAVE ME ALONE. Thankfully, my Dad was with me, and that helped a lot. But of course, the staff didnt listen to my note. Yes, I know, its their job to keep tabs on the patients here, but I just couldnt take it anymore. I was awoken at five in the morning for blood work. Of course, they had to harness blood from both arms, because the veins in my left were apparently not very cooperative. Later on that day, another nurse came in bearing a blood-thinning injection. Even though Im up and walking around, she still insisted that I wasnt walking enough and stuck me in the arm with the needle. So yeah, I spent a good portion of the morning being a pin cushion. After that, I never got a moments peace, because it seems like half the facility was intent on coming into my room for some reason or another. My personal space constantly being invaded, and I didnt like it at all. I just want to go home.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 00:01:03 +0000