This is part of a month long series on depression. The day I was very down and could not rally, Russ brought me to the ER...
Even though it was what we had planned in my more lucid moments, I balked at the idea of going to an emergency room.
"Nothing is broken!" I said.
Russ gently persuaded me to get into the van, and he drove me to the hospital.
We arrived at the University of Nebraska Medical Center emergency room. The team was - to a person - kind. They did not think I needed a broken bone to be there. They kept me safe, and asked me questions and let me sleep between times that they needed to come into the room.
"We need to get you hospitalized," the nurse said.
I slept for seven hours while they looked for a place to transfer me.
They found an available space at Methodist Hospital in Council Bluffs.
They had me transfered by ambulance. Truth be told, it was kind of neat.
"Do you have any major complaints?" the EMT asked.
"Nope," I said, watching the sunset out the back window.
"You're in an ambulance," he said.
"It's not my best day," I replied.
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Post from one year ago today...
September 5, 2016
Next month is a happier topic. I will post all of the pictures you send.
