Chapter 3
Movement shakes my body as I slowly open my eyes and realize that they're moving me somewhere. Someone, a nurse,is walking by the side of the bed, and she starts to speak to me, "you're alright Isaac,we're just taking you to a different ward alright", "why", "it's not a big deal really,your just going in for a psych eval"she says. Then I get scared, I don't think i'm all that mentallly ill, I mean I know I have panic attacks, but i've always controlled them. Soon enough we arrive and it's scary, people screaming, pulling at restraints, shadows showing their fear, I shouldn't be here, I should not be here! They pull me into an empty space, and gently put restraints on my arms, I guess trying to keep me from hurting myself if it gets to that point. They leave me alone to listen to this horror fest,until someone comes in, they put a hand on my arm and I jump. "It's alright Issac, I'm Doctor Patel, I'm a psychologist,I'm going to evaluate you alright"he says, "yeah"I say.
Grabbing the remote,he puts the bed into an upright position, then takes off the restraints, and finally sits me up on the edge of the bed. Once this is done,he grabs his light and shines it in my eyes and then listens to my heart rate. After this he starts to ask me questions, "how have you been feeling lately Isaac", "OK I guess, considering that I lost my dad 6 months ago"I say. "OK,how did you feel after he died", "honestly ,weird, glad that he was gone because of the abuse, but mad because I didn't have anywhere to go". "OK, how long were you abused for"he asks, "6 years", "Do you mind me asking what happened", "I'd rather not talk about it, that was a different time in my life, this is the now"I say. "Alright,i'm not going to force you to open up right now, but how long have you been having panic attacks"he asks, "mm about 4 months now but none have been major"i say. "OK,that's all I need to know for now, I'm going to take you out of here and then let you rest"He says.
The movement starts again as he and a nurse take the bed back to my room. We get back there and the nurse makes sure I have some pain medication,i;m still sore from the panic attack. After she leaves I fall asleep and I end up having a restless night full of nightmares. The psychologist brought up a bad time in my life,and the memories are starting to resurface, it's horrible, but eventually someone gives me some sleeping meds and I fall asleep for good.