| "Not particularly," Tammy was annoyed at having to answer the same questions repeatedly. It seemed like it would be much easier for them to look up the information in her chart. The doctor untied her wrists. "i'll have to look over your chart, but I'm sure there won't be a problem removing the catheter. I just want to check you over real quick. Then we're probably moving you down to a regular medical ward. You're doing much better now." He ran her through a quick physical. "Can you tell me what happened?" Tammy couldn't help but groan, she was getting really tired of that question. Trying ot hide her frustration she answered him. "Still feel like doing that?" "No." "Do you remember much at all?" "last i remember was taking the pills hile sitting in front of the television. Then i woke up in ICU." "Well, apparently a friend went to check on you. There was a fight of some sort? She was worried, and she found you in your room, unconscious on the floor and called the ambulance. You were in and out of consciousness for a while. We had to put a tube in your nose to give you charcoal because of the overdose." He paused briefly, studying her face. "do you have a seizure disorder?" "Seizure disorder? No I don't, I've never had a seizure in my life." "You had one in the emergency room, a couple of them in fact. What you took put you into metabolic acidosis and we think that's what caused the seizure. We're going to be observing you for a few days." The information thta she'd had a seizure shocked her. "When can i go home?" "Well, it'll be a few days at least until we get you medically clear, and then psych will be coming to talk to you a bit. They'll let you know about going home." Tammy turned to face the wall. "Well, if you don't have any questions for me, i'll be going onw." Tammy could think of nothing she cared to ask for. When she turned back around the doctor was gone. The nurse came in a few minutes later to remove the catheter, as well as the tube that had been making her nose ache. "You're probably going ot feel the need to go to the bathroom for a while longer, but that will pass," Nancy patted her on the hand and left the room. She was moved onto another floor several hours later, and spent the next few days in and out of sleep, feeling gradually better as time passed. Boredom overtook her, as well as annoyance that somebody was always sittin gin the room, watching her. When informed that she was clear medically, she could have crowed excitedly. She couldn't wait to get home. That morning two people she hadn't seen before entered her room. One of the stepped to her bedside. "Hello Ms. Smith," he said. "I'm Dr. Swartz, we're here from psych. Is it alrgiht if we talk to you for awhile." "I guess," Tammy shrugged. She just wanted to get this over with so she could go home and get on with her life. She wanted nothing more than to put her recent bad experience behind her. "What brings you in here?" Tammy couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had lost count of how many times she had answered that question, and it annoyed her to no end. "I took a lot of pills." "what did you hope to achieve by doing this?" "I'm not sure anymore, at the time the thought of killing myself was there." "You've done this before?" "Never!!" "What precipitated this?" Tammy thought over the quesiton for awihle. She didn't even want to think about hte issue, much less talk about it. "Id on't relaly know." Dr. Swartz nodded slowly, watching her closely. "Well, we're trying to determine whether we want you to stay for awhile in the psychiatric ward, or whether to discharge you home." "I would like to go home, I'm really not a threat to myself anymore. I've never tried to hurt myself before this." She chuckled nervously. "Besides, I'm not crazy, I don't need to stay on the psych ward." "I can understand your feelings. Are you sure you don't care to say what led up to these events.?" tammy was silent for a moment, and found herself having to swallow several tims to loosed the lump in her throat as tears threatened again. "My boyfriend broke up with me after revealing that he's been seeing my best friend for a couple years. I guess the loss of my boyfriend of six years, as well as the loss of my best friend of twelve years was more than I was able to handle. I lost control. But I'm better now." "How do you feel now?" "to be honest I feel like an idiot for doing something like this." "Still feel like hurting yourself?" "No!" "Feel like hurting anybody else?" "Of course not!" "Hearing any voices? That other people can't hear maybe?" Tammy coudln't help but laugh. "No." "Feel like other people are out to get you? Maybe taking particular interest in you?" "No." Dr. Swartz nodded slowly. "We're going to step out and discuss this briefly. We'll be getting right back to you." Tammy nodded, feeling confident that they would let her go home. After all, she wasn't crazy, she'd only tried to kill herself. That fact made her stop to think. She'd always thought that people who tried to commit suicide had to be crazy. They'd have to be to hurt themselves. Yet she knew she wasn't crazy. She'd just been overwhelmed by recent events. It was definitely something to think about. She dozed again for a couple hours, waking to the sound of her name. |
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