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DharmaGirl, I had the echo done after I got hit in the face. Don't worry. If something was majorly wrong with the echo I'm sure they wouldn't have let me go home.
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Ryn, the hospital kept me safe last night and into this morning. I was there a long time. Went in close to 10pm last night and got home around 7am this morning. Went straight to bed when I got home and just woke up now and it's like 2pm. I see my T tomorrow so I'm not going to bother calling her.
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TimeToHeal, even if I let the nurses call my T she wouldn't have gotten the message until this morning - she shuts her ringer off after a certain hour. If it was earlier I'm sure if they called her she would have potentially come. I never told them about how I was doing mentally, although I'm sure one nurse figured it out after a certain point because I was doing "ok" visually for a while, then I broke down and could not stop crying and saying I just wanted to go home. I think she knew I was not ok in my head at that point, but she didn't say anything - just gave me the pity look I hate. The doctor who fixed my face kept offering to call the police, and asked several times if there was anything they could do to protect me and if I had a safe place to go to after I left the hospital.
I'm not doing the greatest right now, but at least my face isn't bleeding anymore and the cut it shut. They ended up using skin glue to shut it because it was a thin but deep cut, the doctor thought it wouldn't leave a big scar that way. I haven't looked at it yet since he did that, but I've got some nice bruising happening right now, and a killer headache. They brought in a guy early this morning who was drunk and got hit by a car while walking, he was very loud - amusing with the things he was saying for a time, then he heard the nurse talking to me about the cut on my face and he started yelling that they needed to stitch up my face or he wasn't letting them look at him. He would randomly yell that until I left.
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Echo they kept me safe while I was there. The kept throwing me looks of pity which I couldn't stand, honestly I'd rather you come talk to me or offer a hug than look at me with pity... or completely ignore me.
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ill, I'm connected with a centre like that already. I see them every other week - so I see them next week.