As you know, yesterday my physician referred me to a hospital to get a bunch of checks on the hernia and make sure I was medically sound to be checked. According to my doctor and the nursing staff, this hospital worked closely with the rehab unit I was going to go to. So I packed up my suitcase again, and Shawn and I headed to Wheeling Hospital for some tests and then hopefully off to the rehab. This included checking into the ER and waiting three hours for anyone to do anything, while I paced the little waiting room thinking if these guys don’t act fast, I’m goingt o start getting a little jittery and sweaty and will just walk the fuck out of this place.
Finally came in and gave me an IV with something to relax me, made me drink a couple things of Barium so they could do a ct scan. Bonus fact, I got to drink three of them instead of two, because I chugged the first one and then threw it up in the sink. Through my nose.
Do the tests, they all come back negative. The good news is that my heart is fine, my liver function and kidney function and all my numbers were fine, urine sample came back showing nothing, etc., which kind of shocked me. Big German livers, I guess. He then said that they had no idea what the rehab facility my primary care physician was suggesting, but suggested I go to another place. This place has only a four day detox inhouse and then outpatient, and I was interested, but then discovered their inhouse detox is a bunch of PA’s doling out tylenol and something for your stomach and then watching you spend four days bouncing around a room. Also big on the Christian Help therapies, which would be uniquely terrible for me. Oh, and you had to check in before they could tell you if your insurance would pay for it.
At any rate, tomorrow I am just directly contacting the rehab place again, and seeing what I have to do to surpass all this bullshit, and if I can show up in the afternoon I will be there with bells on. This is now the fourth time I have had my bags packed and shown up someplace only to deal with herp derp. Fucking legalize marijuana, tax it, and spend the money on building a fucking coherent system for dealing with addiction, where someone can basically just walk in and say “My shit is fucked up and I want your help” and they jump into action. It really shouldn’t be any harder than that.