So, she then copped attitude with me afterwards, too. (don't blame her) lol
So Monday night, around 9:30pm,Kkrista tells me it's time for my meds and also , they are going to move my bed to "medicine" side. I am not overly keen on it from the get go, but as I talk to her I find out there is NO way I want this. I get to come back to psych for groups, my food will be served on medicine, I can stay on psych side till 4pm , when I have to go back to medicine and hang out there all afternoon and evening. (by myself, with the nurses who already look down on us when we go past them for smoke breaks outside) I tell her that I figure a lot of the best therapy comes from us hanging out in the evenings , playing games, etc. Yes she agreed, but NO.

So, as I pack my stuff, she comes in with my 2 Imovane (15mg), I take them and carry on. Once packed, they move my stuff into the TCC office and I sit and visit with my buddies... they of course are also all messed up, too.
In the next 15 minutes or so, the Imovane kicks in and I decide I am going home. The only thing said to me at that time is "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" I explained my reasoning, then called the kids. (9:56pm)They were there within another 20 minutes or so, while I loaded all my stuff onto a wheelchair..I am fully stoned by this time. Krista and I talk about coming back for groups, but nothing much more is said about that. Krista is getting my meds ready for take home, and I make my way downstairs to wait for the kids... wrecked mentally by now. Brody and Billy show up, both of them commenting on the fact I look stoned. We load the car and leave, forgetting my meds, on the way home I figure I will just get them in the morning, when I come for groups.