Are you ready for me to be freed tomorrow from the nuthouse? Well, according to rumor, tomorrow will be my release date. The reason has nothing at all to do with my own sanity, since I am still certifiably insane, but rather, the reason is that the person caring for my birds is demanding that I pay her $2500 for the priviledge (nevermind that one of my expensive and rare parrots died while under her care) and she is demanding that I pay her immediately so she can use it to pay college tuition.
What’s the problem with this picture? When I first met my bird care taker, mere minutes before I was hauled away to the ER, I told her I am unemployed and lack any money and couldn’t pay her, so she assurred me that I would not have to pay her anything, that these costs were covered by some agency. What agency? Since I was hardly in a coherent state of mind at that time, I didn’t ask her who she worked for.
So she called me today, demanding immediate payment and asked things on the phone like “am I supposed to just pull this money out of my ass?” I barely resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to answer that particular question.
I deeply deeply resent the fact that she misrepresented this situation to me, that I owe a huge bill that I can’t pay (and I always pay all my bills, even when I have to go hungry) and worst, I deeply resent the fact that one of my beloved birds died while under her care. Besides, I think the agency should pay her as promised, not I!
Of course, I worry that she has taken the liberty of stealing my rather eclectic music CD collection to pay for the bill, or that she will hold my dead bird’s body as hostage for the bill, or will refuse to return my apt keys or that she has stolen or vandalized my property, especially my books.
But anyway, the hospital administrators are talking about letting me go tomorrow without any aftercare set up or any other social supports (psychologists, psychiatrists) in place. And what about the meds? Will I have to quit them all cold-turkey? This nearly immediate release is extremely unusual, although it will save me approximately $250 more than if they were to release me 10-14 days later as they had originally planned. But despite the fact that I will be probably be discharged tomorrow, I am deeply disappointed and very upset that the release didn’t go according to plan. I wanted this to be friendly, but it feels adversarial. I wanted something to work out the right way for a change, ya know? And this is not the right way.
I’ll let you know more as things happen.
How the heck did this nuthouse story get started in the first place?