Roughly 11 1/2 years ago I was abusing everything pretty hard.
One day I got really drunk/high and found myself in the hospital for the 3rd time in a week.
I believe the first 2 times I was in that week were both for overdoses.
Not exactly thrilled to be in the hospital yet not exactly focused on getting out I pulled a few stunts and wound up being committed to a dual diagnosis mental health facility somewhere east of Columbus.
I do not recall the name of the facility although I have tried time and time again to look it up.
Happy to be away I took it with stride and settled in.
For the next month I didn't have to do anything except enjoy the all you can eat buffet that was every meal.
Whilst all my new friends were doing the seroquel shuffle I was stuffing my face with all sorts of delicious yummy food.
I wanted to do the seroquel shuffle and even managed to get prescribed it but I had a shitty reaction to it and never wanted to take it again.
The facility was pretty nice to be honest. I didn't know how nice it was at the time but looking back it was definitely one of the better places I involuntarily visited.
Every afternoon you would see "the doctor" who since you saw with such frequency was easily persuaded into letting you try all sorts of meds within a few days of exhibiting the need for them.
You could get half decent cocktails of pills with relative ease.
Having spent the last year heavily abusing bath salts, heroin, pills and liquor not a whole lot was making me feel on top of the world.
Being away was my high and I enjoyed the thought I was removed from society.
You could smoke cigarettes at this place and they would even roll them and pass them out to everyone who needed one during smoke breaks which were frequent enough.
For the first 3 weeks I was sharing a room with another guy and the 2 of us had our own bathroom.
Staff would do your laundry for you.
Treatment didn't really exist there though. They would give you pills and at some point in the day would have a meeting/class which I almost always skipped.
My free time I read some books
^It was a good read although I didn't care for the movie.
At some point some woman who I had been getting along with began making accusations against me and for safety concerns I was moved to another part of the facility.
She said I attacked/bit her but it came out later that day that all her "wounds" were self-inflicted.
It didn't matter and I was already in a new room (this one was all mine).
This other part of the facility I didn't care for as much because it was almost exactly the same.
At this point in my stay I think I was going on week 4 and was growing tired of the walls that I was constantly surrounded by.
During one smoke break I sized things up and the wall of the courtyard we smoked in was only 10-12 feet tall and there was plenty to use to help you get over it. The thought was short lived though as I had no shoe laces or idea where I even was.
One day some old black cowboy showed up and gave me a pair of black jeans before he fell asleep for the rest of my time there.
Those jeans fit so nice.
Other notable characters where this asian girl who reminded me of Tid Pao
She was hoping to go to some rehab in Columbus. Her body was covered in some weird rash and I thought it was an STD.
And there was this woman who was 45ish. Big fat girl. Showed a bunch of us her tits. They were gross.
Eventually my insurance cut me off and I was released back into society.
One of the very first things I did once I got back home was a nice big shot of dope.
It felt good but it was sort of a coup de gras for that rodeo and I spent the next couple years drinking heavily but staying away from hard drugs.
Bonus:
^Slaynk with a fish
Man, we should go fishing again. I miss that.
you belong in there now
