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Evening 1 – Saint Ann’s

My mom and I got to the local emergency room at around 9 PM. The nurse and the doc spoke to me about what’s going on in my head. Then the social worker came in and we talked for a bit about my illness and what’s currently going on. She was very complimentary about how knowledgeable I am about my condition.

Since there are no beds available in any psych wards in the city, I’m having to wait things out in the emergency room. I have a baby sitter right outside my door.

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