For those of you following my little drama where I am fighting my involuntary lodging in a state-run psychiatric institute, more commonly known as a nuthouse, the latest news is that my lawyer asked for another continuance so I can have witnesses appear in court on my behalf.
So instead of having a court hearing tomorrow, it has been postponed until Thursday, next week.
On one hand, I am happy about this because I am terrified of the building itself where the hearing is held and would prefer to never see it again as long as I live (it makes me feel like I am on trial for murder), but on the other hand, I am really ready to leave this place tomorrow, so I am disappointed.
Anyway, in anticipation of the court date, I spent the better part of today figuring out how to afford my meds such that I can actually make a realistic budget that will cover the costs for all of them. In short, I did a better job on this issue than my social worker did, and my social worker is supposed to know about all the programs that I managed to uncover after poking around on the internet for a few hours.
GAH! Why don’t they just give up already and let me go?? I’ve been in captivity for 105 days so far (or is it 106 days?), not including 4 days spent in the ER. I have not seen or held or heard my birds for 105 days. Geez, I have not been able to pee alone for most of those 105 days.
How the heck did this nuthouse story get started in the first place?