I'm hearing about some of the awful things I did last night. I was having chest pains, so I went to the ER. As always happens, I was also having a panic attack, from being out of my home (I'm agoraphobic) so they gave me Ativan. I kept saying, "I need more. I'm still panicking." Because I \*always\* forget the next part. Eventually I was home, having gone against medical advice. My sister was helping hold me up. I just heard about what I said to the lady who runs the hotel my old mom and I are staying at. Thank God we found permanent housing yesterday, because they may not even let us live here past tomorrow. Also, I doubt that ER or hospital will ever take me again. At one point I was being restrained by three security guards, though providentially my sister had shown up right at that moment, and they let me go. There was so much. Wandering around out of my room. Threatening to rip out the IV. Insulting everyone, including just screaming insults. Insisting my heart stress test be on the treadmill, despite having so little energy I couldn't melodramatically attempt suicide for more than ten seconds. :-) I also kept requesting sugared soda pop, because it would raise my blood sugar dangerously high. I barely made it back. I was the biggest asshole in the world, aside from obvious candidates.