Testing Depression:
A journey through severe depression, hospitalization, and medication.

 

If this is your first time here, you might want to read in reverse order, from the beginning. "Testing Depression" is my true story about being hospitalized for depression.

A quick summary up to this point:

I arrived at the hospital in a police car. I was examined by the entry nurse, and then by a doctor on the unit. I met two nurses, Meg and Dorothy, and two other patients, Charlie and Louisa. I was on fifteen-minute checks. I struggled to remember the causes of my depression. My only medication at this point was Ortho-Tricyclen (birth control pills).

August 10, 2005

My Calling Card

Fortunately, I had a calling card.

It was the kind that automatically billed all charges to a credit card. I had always used it irresponsibly, never keeping track of the charges or even finding out the actual rates. It was a gift from my mother, and all charges went to her credit card.

For the past few months, I had avoided using the card altogether. I had been afraid to use it and wanted to make up for my irresponsible habit.

Now I felt like it was enough of an emergency to use the calling card.

I had memorized all the necessary numbers, so I didn’t need the plastic card itself, which was now out of reach. For once in my life I was grateful for having an unusually clear memory.

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