My Life...welcome to It: Living with Bi-polar Disorder (Also Known As Manic Depression)

My doctor had called the hospital ahead of time so they expected me. I was put into a room where a crisis counselor spoke to me. I told him that I didn't feel anything. When he left, an ER Doctor came in to talk to me. I told him the same things I had told the counselor. I waited another half hour after the ER Doctor left then I told my sister that I wanted to leave. I didn't feel like hanging around the hospital anymore. She knew that I shouldn't leave in the condition I was in so she went to talk to the ER Doctor. The Doctor then handed me a piece of paper. I didn't even bother to read it. I didn't care what it said I just wanted to leave. I saw the crisis counselor in the hall so I asked him if I could go now. I showed him what the Doctor gave me and he sat me back down in the crisis room. I hadn't really noticed a security guard standing beside me. The counselor told me that the piece of paper meant that I surrendered my rights to leave and that I was going to be admitted. I just didn't care anymore. They put me in the room beside the security guards office so they could keep an eye on me. My sister had to leave to pick up my kids from school and then pick my husband up at the GO Station. She explained everything to them then had to take my husband to my Doctors office to pick up my car.