Continuing the discussion from It feels so wrong to feel so relieved… WA, ITA:
Last night upon the parents request I went over and got some clothing for my little brother and took some stuff to Harbor View. The minute I walked in, it was all too familiar. My last stay at Harbor View was only 6 years ago.
Yes… there were a few nurses on duty who vaguely recognized me… and then when I told them my name, one of them asked if I was feeling Ok, did I want to see a doctor. Did I need to talk to someone, how were my med’s?.. I was being assessed??
Since I had a small bag of clothing in my hand they might of thought I was trying to check in.
It was making my skin crawl being in that wing again. The smell of antiseptic, the lighting, the echoey sound down the halls when you walk with shoes, the rushing by of doctors… it was getting to me.
It was very unusual walking into that hospital under my own power, lucid and calm and collected. The memories it brought up were too vivid. I was feeling like I was floating out of my body again. I had to get out of there before I got admitted.
Did not see the little brother. Right now, our parents are the only ones seeing him briefly. Harbor View is Ok. It’s not dirty, they know what they are doing. Swedish is better, but everyone seems to go through Harbor View first.
No diagnosis yet. I’m told they are trying to stabilize him right now.