Hm. I also remember a nurse trying to keep it light, saying I should have told her something was wrong.
I remember now. I was so sad. The doctor was trying out medications, and had tried an antidepressant for me -- but on a weekend. So when it went really, really South, the nurses could only do so much.
Also that woman had probably just died, and I was still thinking of the nurses in the last hospital.
But I wasn't being ignored there. The nurses liked me there. When I tried to help me drug addict feel better, they told me lightly that they were impressed with me but I should leave her alone. They warned me she wasn't really friendly no matter if the person was in authority or another patient like me.
Turned out later a court had ordered her stay at the hospital. Several of the patients were in that boat, but this one was far from okay. I remember how distraught her college-aged (general definition, not my 80-year-old classmate from 2013!) friends looked when they tried to talk to her.
I played a board game with my mom there. They let my mom see me at that last hospital. She showed up any time she was allowed to. She brought Nestle in with permission, and I tried not to be angry that my mom had clearly not groomed her in the entire week+. She even has fleas. She was so miserable. I started trying to get discharged after that.
First thing I did was treat Nestle for fleas (like all dogs, she's allergic to them), take her on a good walk (my mom can't walk), and rant at her about how it offended me slightly that the hospital even allowed her in when she had fleas.
My roommate had hepatitis C and even though I'm very sure fleas can't spread that, I was still worried about it, after I saw a flea on my clothes.
My dog hasn't had fleas since. I literally picked them off. I care about her health very much.
It was better in the third hospital. I think they allowed Nestle in anyway despite health violations because they liked me. They let me hang out with Nestle from within their conference room too -- they trusted me.
In the second hospital, I made friends with a kid who wrote me a poem about how I was nice to him. (He was mentally retarded, but intelligence has nothing to do with how good of a friend you are. He was self conscious about his intelligence. He was 15.) I try to read that poem without thinking of a pencil in his eye. I wish I could have kept up contact with him, but if I ask for contact info, he might get confused as it was against the rules for good reason, and his judgements skills weren't fantastic. He might try to befriend the wrong person.
In the second hospital is when that one kid who was a father who loved his daughter asked me for a printed copy of my cancer thing. I had a general idea at the time for killing cancer (my family members were dying constantly from cancer).
The nurses acted like I was insane in that hospital, except for one or two. They roomed me with someone who was, who I was trying to be nice to because I don't like leaving people out and that's not a bad thing unless that person had been evil, but they used it against me. Even told other teenagers I was dangerous and weird.
That's about as far as I'm going for now. I'm getting pretty uncomfortable.
