Earlier this week, I was hospitalized for acute creatine kinase – which is, to my understanding, an enzyme that goes awry and starts eating away at your body muscle instead of fat reserves. It’s usually a first indicator of diabetes, but afaik my case was studied closely and I was determined NOT to be diabetic (thank God!!) Apparently my illness was triggered by a 10-day cycle of near-zero sleep…been working on a new novel lately, and this hyper-manic period sometimes results; rarely to this extent, though! (By the way, can you imagine having .9% saline solution pumped through your body for three days straight? SHEER HEAVEN!! I feel soooo relaxed now…)
However, since my hospital visit was technically a 5150 hold (CA-speak for being 72 hours against your will – the only way my friends could get my spaced-out self into an emergency room) I had to, by procedure, consult with a staff social worker before I could be released. The guy who examined me (if you can even call it that) asked only a few questions, and gave me a 'script for Risperidone (anti-psychotic) with the statement that I’ll be on it for the rest of my life.
He also referred me to some county-paid psychiatrist in West Hills. No specific doctor, just a form with instructions on how to make an appointment.
All this with less than five minutes consultation. Please, convince me is was not just one big scam.
(By the way, I did take one pill just to see if it got me high. It did not. Flushed the rest.)