My Time at Impatient

So the story continues. As soon as I heard them say "We'll admit you for treatment now and worry about the rule 25 later" my gut tightening up. I felt a rush of anxiety flow through my body. I had taken an Oxy before I got there, instantly my buzz was gone. This is what I was fearing yet anticipating all week long. But all of a sudden it was real. I was really going through with this. All of a sudden my mind began racing. What the hell am I doing? I just wanted to say wait a second let me have another cigarette, I need to say "goodbye" to my friends, and most of all I wanted to shout "Get me the hell out of here!" But I didn't resist as they placed me into a wheel chair and began to wheel me towards "The third floor" (The third floor is what they call the drug treatment area, well duh it's on the third floor). We got in the elevator, the metal doors clanked shut, and I knew there's no backing out now. When we got off on the third floor we arrived at two thick security doors. The nurse pressed the intercom button and said "Joshua Johnson is here". I heard the load buzz from the lock unlocking and in I went. They let me jump out of the wheel chair and I walked down the long hallway . I passed a couple of the patients wearing hospital garb, locking eyes with them. One older gentlemen nodded is head like "welcome to the club son" and a lady maybe in her 40's cheerily said "Hi my name is Anne I am the floor leader. Welcome let me show you around and if you have any questions feel free to ask." We passed the huge nurses station the main brain of the operation. The rooms were in a circular pattern around the main brain. There were probably six nurses and two doctors on staff. I was then shown my room. I had a roommate I'll name him "John" (I'm using fake names I don't want to rat anyone out because anonymity is one of our deals) He seemed like a cool guy. Most everyone was wearing normal street clothes. I was kind of relieved I didn't really want to wear the hospital stuff. Then I just realized I didn't have anything but the clothes on my back. Oh well I'd have my bro bring me my clothes. The head nurse approached and confiscated my cell phone not before she let me retrieve some phone numbers off of it. The fear slowly subsided as I got to meet everyone. They were all so nice. I figured everyone would be crabby from the withdrawals but I'm sure they were all medded up. Ha the magical world of pharmaceuticals. I wondered when they would let me in to my feel good pills. Well from there I met the doctor to discuss my medication program. I elected to go with suboxone again. This doctor filled me in on everything with it including the taper down program so I wouldn't go through the withdrawals again. Unlike the other doctor I tried a couple years earlier I trusted this one. I then entered the group session and a way I went. Over the next ten days (yes 10 days that's all Ramsey County would give me) I went through a schedule of groups, a.a. and n.a. meetings, and different counselor visits. Groups were ok everyone just goes around and talks about different topics. It was kind of interesting to hear other peoples stories and ideas. So from all this we learned about relapse triggers, health aspects, mental aspects, relationships, and probably a few more things I forgot. Family's came to visit on Sundays. My mother and brothers came both Sundays. It was pretty humbling having them see me in that state but it was really nice to get candy and pop. Plus fun to see them. I probably gained 20 pounds from the hospital food. It was decent we got to pick what we wanted from a menu. So towards the end they had me go on visits to see sober houses so I could pick one to move to for 3 months. I visited a couple. One was just trash and the other wasn't much better. They had told me of a nicer one but they told me they probably wouldn't accept me. I tried anyways and they accepted me. They packaged the meds I was on and off I went to the sober house.....to be continued tommorrow