More Fun Times in the Hospital My First Visit

 

MediSin. 

I had been listening to InfoWars one afternoon when Alex had this doctor on, who was sharing about the conspiracy the medical and pharmaceutical world had in mind for the general public. He talked about how our eating habits perpetually brought on sickness and disease, and that doctors were simply observing how we are slowly poisoning ourselves to death. Lack of exercise, eating white bleached processed crap, GMO foods, taking psychotropic meds, all of it creating health crises in the country, filling up hospitals, leading to diabetes, heart disease, death... It's all a money making scheme, with doctors lining up to watch how we can and do slowly die. It was a pretty morbid, and pretty fascinating conversation.

Dr. Scott had written a book he was promoting on the show, MediSin. So, I bought a copy, and he actually signed it for me! And I read it and was mesmerized. It was kind of freaky to think about how modern medicine came about as perpetuating their methods of healing people as better than holistic, traditional medicine. But the medications warning got me. The medications warning explored how psychotic medications, no one really knew what they did to the brain, and that they should be avoided at all costs. I plugged that into my memory. No more psychotropic drugs for me.

I remember my friend Sarah was struggling with depression a bit, and had gone to the doctor who had prescribed a low dosage of some medicine, and I was like, no you can't take that, and I pulled out my MediSin book and scared her to death. I didn't mean to scare her, I just needed to warn her that the medications she was taking might not be good for her at all. (Our friend Rachel got really pissed off at me because of this because Sarah was really struggling and needed help, and I was inadvertently sabotaging that help.)

The book basically just said we needed to go back to more naturalistic and holistic forms of medicine, avoid the processed mess, the meat with hormones, the GMO foods, at the grocery store, be active and healthy, and that would help us avoid becoming a victim in the medical conspiracy.

The Will of God, I guess. That's how I found myself in the hospital. In the psych ward. With a bunch of crazy people. And little did I know, I was one of those crazy people.

 

The grossest thing I did, was pretty bad. You know I was big on symbolism, right?  So, I wanted the blood of Christ to cover everyone's room on the hall. So, I did what every normal thinking person would do and prayer walked the hall, right?  No, I did something even better. I drank as much grape juice as I could, more than I could, and then vomited in front of every door in the hallway.  Gross, huh?  Like I said, I was pretty crazy.

 

(From my other visits to the psych ward, I noticed that they no longer serve grape juice, and it makes me laugh, because they have no idea why I did what I did, but some janitors must have put their foot down and said no more grape juice the patients can't control themselves. I have a sick sense of humor.)

 I thought that Robert K, the author of Rich Dad Poor Dad, was also in on the conspiracies going on, and would love to team up with me and sponsor an informational cruise with speakers enlightening the public of the conspiracies going on and empower the public to fight back. I was pretty obsessed with wanting to go on a cruise.

 

I took everything literally.  The whole vampire thing, where did it come from?  Someone was watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I asked a patient if it was based on real life, and he nodded yes, so I was like, okay, vampires and werewolves are real and in this hospital and out to get me. I think, isn't getting messages from the T.V. Another sign of psychosis?

 All my scribbles with my magic colored pencils actually worked - I was never attacked by a vampire the whole time I was there!  And I was there a good three weeks.

At that time they had visiting hours both at like 2 and at 7. And what's amazing about that, is that every time there was visiting hours, for three weeks straight, I had some friends come visit me. I can't even remember them all. Alexandra, Megan, and Rachel of course. Lena. Derek. Matt and Laura. Adam. Will. Jason. My mom would have come but I kept telling her on the phone to not worry about it. It was not worth the trouble it would have been for her to come.  Still, for three weeks straight, always having a visitor, that's pretty amazing. It was very encouraging to me.

 

One day one of the patients and I were joking about how plain and boring the white walls were, and he dared me to color on the walls.  So I did!  I waited until there were no nurses around, and then grabbed some markers and started drawing on the walls!  Then I realized they were washable markers, and I wanted to leave a lasting impression, so I switched to using crayons! I stopped when the attendants came out to get me. I'm actually probably lucky they didn't tranquilizer me. There was one night I guess I was off the chain when they did tranquilize me, and gave me my own room to sleep in!

 

The longer I was there, the crazier I became. I made less and less sense to anyone who visited.  One night, when Laura had come to visit, I drew a shield with the symbolic armor of God on it, crumbled up the paper, and ate it. So I was protected by the armor of God from the inside out. (My theology got a little shaky.)

 

I insisted on getting a copy of the Bible that contained both the Old Testament and the New Testament in it, because I was really starting to see how the Old Testament actually pointed to Christ. I knew that, but I was seeing it in a fresh way, which is part of the reason I was so excited to share my faith!

 

I thought Alex and Rachel could read my mind, so I would outline words in the air for them to get messages. (I don't really remember the messages though. Go figure.)

I wouldn't let my mom be my medical power of attorney. I was convinced it needed to be Alexandra. I really scared my mom, because I was not cooperating and Alex didn't want or need to be that to me.

 

To be fair, I did read in my Bi-polar not so much book that often a person with bi-polar will latch on to someone as being greater or better than they actually are. It's safe to say that person was Alexandra for me.

 

So the longer I was there, the crazier I became, until one day talking with my mom on the phone, I had an aha moment. I was telling her the patients there were so crazy, and suddenly, I realized, I must be crazy, too! My mom has never forgotten that conversation to this day.

 

I was convinced Alex was a giant of faith, but my mom kept saying she only had baby faith.

 

I thought everything needed to be cleansed or clean, so I kept a bar of ivory soap in my sports bra and used it to touch everything I touched to make it clean. The chairs, the tables, the phones, all of them I marked with the soap.

 

When I started getting ready to get out of there, I had to brainstorm with my mom where I could go, and no one wanted me. I kept asking if Megan's family would take me in, but no they were not willing. I don't know how or why I thought of the Hunters, it must have been the Holy Spirit putting them in my brain, because mom talked with them and they said yes they could temporarily take me in.  But where would I go after that?  I wasn't quite sure.