So today I went back to Crouse Hospital. Within an hour of arriving in the Emergency Dept., Peter Sinatra–only the kindest nurse practitioner in the county–arranged for Reiki, which was a blessing that I had been missing a lot at the Iroquois.
I left the Iroquois by ambulance after attempting suicide. I don’t know how much you want to talk about that, or how willing I am to talk about it, but let me know and we’ll talk about what we can talk about.
I’ve been admitted to med/surg at Crouse, with no long-term plan.
Ain’t that the truth.
But one of the hospitalists, who has his mother, mother-in-law, and nine other people living in his house, says I can come live with him.
It’s not the truth, but it’s a great kindness to say so.