An overnight stay in the hospital was what it took to get me on track again. Well, as on-track as one gets with a Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder flare-up. They happen, and when they do, they knock you right off your feet and stomp you good. I was in the Psychiatric Stabilization Unit, or PSU, overnight. I was treated very well there. I came back to my apartment and crashed for about an hour after being discharged and getting my medication from the VA pharmacy. My psychiatrist called this evening to make sure I was okay. I was actually surprised that the hospital cut me loose, but I allowed them to make the decision based on what they asked me and their own judgment. I told them the truth and answered the questions they had honestly. What can I say?
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
