First Hospitalization June 2007

Wellstar Hospital in Austell, GA

DS (my dear son) went into the hospital for the first time in 2007 with extreme delusions, hallucinations, paranoia, you-name-it.

DS was admitted on June 2nd and discharged on June 19th. The hospital is called Wellstar Behavioral Health and it is in a separate building behind Wellstar Cobb Hospital. Only two visitors over the age of twelve are allowed at a time during very strict visiting hours that occur twice a day for an hour and a half each spell. Patients are not allowed to have any belts, strings, shoelaces or anything sharp. Razors and things that are considered “sharps” like fingernail clips are kept in their own tiny locker that only staff can access. They must be watched while they shave. Of course, security is good, with the doors being opened for visitors by staff members with keys.

I tried to visit DS two or three times a week which was very difficult with the distance and the fact that I needed to get a babysitter for his five-year sister and two-year old brother each time. My husband was working horrid irregular long hours.

For the first week nearly every day felt like a crisis because DS would telephone me and say he was being discharged. We did not have a clue when he would be discharged. I left messages with the doctor three times to call me. He never did. (That is very typical doctor behavior I came to learn.) At the same time DS would be saying things like how filthy the place was with drugs all over everything. At times he thought the other patients were hostile towards him, organized in gangs. I did not know what kind of treatment DS was receiving other than what he told me: Zyprexa, Geodon, and eventually Abilify. Also he went to group therapy.

One time when I visited him in the first week I brought fingernail clippers that he had requested. The nurse refused to take them (to put in the sharps locker) saying, “he won’t be here that long.” Three or more days went by and I tried to bring him fingernail clippers again. She started to say the same thing, but I insisted she take them. We were met by DS in the hallway after we got in. He started saying some things to her about his latest delusions. My eyes met with the nurse’s and she seemed to say without a word, “he will be here a while longer.”

On Saturday, I got a call from DS saying he was discharged. By this time I was learning not to panic when he said that. I called the hospital to confirm the fact, and a social worker told me it was true. It was done. Come pick him up. I said, “How could this be happening? We never had a family meeting. I was told there would be a family meeting with a social worker. DS cannot come back home to live. He has a little brother and sister. He told me he hopes they have been practicing being quiet, with a threat implied.” She asks how old little brother and sister are. Silence. She says she will call the doctor. The rest of the day feels like playing chicken with the hospital. Who will flinch? I wonder if they will just put him out on the street since they discharged him. By Sunday I had learned he was undischarged. (I sympathize with whoever had to do the paperwork.) On Monday I spoke with another social worker. They were going to work on finding him a personal care home.

By the end of the week no PCH home was found. The following weekend he was having delusions about rapes occuring in the hospital. He wanted me to bring him a sleeping bag. He also said someone was stealing his weight off his body. (Interesting idea. I wish someone would steal some of mine.) I called the staff to tell them. I was actually concerned about the idea that some kinds of assaults were occurring, but the staff person I spoke with was certain nothing could have happened with all the monitoring cameras they have, etc.

The next day a social worker told me there was nothing more they could do to find a personal care home (PCH). There were no available slots, and the doctor was going to discharge DS. They promised that BH of Altrus was on the case and would continue to hunt for a PCH after DS was discharged. They had mentioned an excellent outpatient program at Windy Hill called OCS (Outpatient Counseling Services) at the Hope Program, I think. It was too far for me to drive him everyday, and since we lived in Cherokee County and not Cobb County transportation would not be provided for him to go. They made an intake appointment for him at Highland Rivers in Canton, Cherokee County, closer to home, for follow-up care two weeks away. I was worn down by then and resigned to bring him home.

He was discharged on Tuesday, June 19th 2007. I had to bring little brother and sister with me, so they brought DS out the security door with his stuff. After signing his papers and getting his prescription papers, we headed for the car. We ended up in horrible afternoon rush hour traffic in a thunderstorm. Little brother cried, or should we say, screamed, for at least 45 minutes straight. I was nervous about DS’s reaction to all the noise, but he was on his best behavior because he was just so glad to be out of the hospital, I guess. My nerves were feeling rather shot. We went home to get some dinner first before going to the drug store to fill his prescriptions. Why do hospitals always make us have to deal with filling prescriptions the very hour of discharge?

At home I wanted to get the little ones some dinner right away since it was past time. As I struggled to get things on the table and on the plates, DS was interrupting me constantly. Mostly he was demanding me to bring cleaning supplies to him. He was extremely agitated. He could not touch anything because everything was contaminated with drugs from the hospital. If he tried to clean something he would touch it and contaminate his hands. Then he had to wash his hands. He has lived in this house his whole life and was asking, “where is this or that.” The very moment the children finished eating, I took them and left the house.

We dropped off the prescription for Abilify at the drug store and went to the library. In the library I hoped to get some peace and quiet and pick up some books, too. Unfortunately the two-year old was in a mood to be rambunctious and despite my efforts to settle him down, the librarian came over and said some things that embarrassed me. We left.

We went next door to a playground, although it was raining. I could not think of where else to go and it was too soon to go home. I sat in the rain and called the social worker at the hospital. Of course, it was after hours so I got her voice mail. I said to her voice mail, “Well, here my children and I are sitting in the rain because DS has run us out of our house.” I was angry at them discharging DS too soon and dumping him on us. I regret taking my anger out on the social worker. It was the doctor I was really mad at. I never heard anything from that social worker or heard her name mentioned by any other staff at the hospital again, during other hospitalizations DS had. It makes me wonder if she found a new job.

The thunder had stopped by then (or we would not be outdoors), but the children got thoroughly soaked. They loved it. The two-year old did not even mind falling face first in a mud puddle. I sat there and sobbed out loud a little but not too much to try not to distress them.

When we went to the drug store, we could not pick up the medication because they did not have any in stock.  When we got home DS seemed a bit calmer because he had finally managed to clean most everything to his satisfaction, I suppose. The clothes washing machine was running.

This was the first hospitalization of four that DS had in 2007.

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