I wake up to a tight chest and explain to the nurses the hospital gave me Zoloft the last time that happened. Nurse checks my vitals and my heart is racing but everything is normal. They deduce the anxiety and give a Zoloft. Nurse brings papers to sign for admission since I couldn't last night. I am threatened with a court order that starts Monday if I don't sign Voluntarily committing myself to their care. I made a line on the paper cause I still can't sign my name. Spend the whole day in bed and only come out for meals. I don't like being held against my will. Meet the doctor on the way back from breakfast. We had a good talk. Nurses are very nice here and change regularly. They seem to assume I'm a homeless and jobless drug addict. Perhaps most people who come into psych wards are. I explain that I own a house, have a job, and not on drugs.
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