So I'm still in the psych ward, but things are looking up a bit, I guess. I got accepted to M House, so I'm going there next Monday at 1. Which means I have to stay here till then -- but I can get a pass basically whenever I want one, so at least I can get away sometimes, you know? I'm going to go visit my friends at school tomorrow, I think. I haven't seen them since the Friday before I got admitted.

They just called a level 2 code white on one of the units. Code white, for those who don't know, is the code for violence. I've been surprised by how few have been called, especially on my ward, which is one of the acute care wards. There have only been three, and they were all within the same week, and all on the same guy. He was manic and refusing to take meds, but he was also certified, meaning involuntary, so he had no choice about taking them. They threw him in TQ all three times. Apparently that means "therapeutic quiet". You know, one of those little rooms with nothing in it but a blue gym mat -- or, actually, in his case, not even that. Just a tiny, freezingly cold bare room. You come out, essentially, when you quiet down.

Ah, the tales of the psych ward. Honestly, mostly I just keep to myself a lot in there. Keeps me away from most of the chaos. I prefer that.

Anyway, at least I'll be out of here somewhat soon! I can't wait. Hospitals generally suck, even though I have to admit that I did get some decent help here. My psychiatrist really knows what he's doing, and the inpatient psychologist is pretty good too. Hopefully I'll write more about my assessment with her later, but for now I have to go check in at the ward.

Toodles!