What happened to ceiling_fan?

c_f, I wish all the best during your recovery. Don't worry, everything here will be just like it was. As will school. In the end, this will only make you stronger.👍 If you ever need to talk bro...just PM. for real.
:cheers: man, and all the best.
 
c_f, I wish all the best during your recovery. Don't worry, everything here will be just like it was. As will school. In the end, this will only make you stronger.👍 If you ever need to talk bro...just PM. for real.
:cheers: man, and all the best.

Took the words right outta my... keyboard?
 
Hang in there,and keep a positive attitude.Theres a lot of people behind you here in this forum and in your personal life. :cheers:
 
Good Luck ceiling_fan! Hopefully you won't be stuck in the hospital for too long. And maybe the doctors can figure out what's going on or how to fix it...

Will you at least still be able to use the homework you've done so far this term for the next time you have to take those classes?
 
**** **** ****, I just spent the better part of the last hour explaining my current situation and responses to each post but my browser crashed when I tried to make the † symbol into a link :ouch:

In a nutshell, one of my most important meds was increased rather significantly, the thing is that this med has a high incidence of weight gain and sedation, so the doctors were trying to find the minimum effective dose. Apparently it wasn't high enough. Either way I just hope it is now, and should help keep these episodes under control.

I may rewrite some of the post tomorrow, that thing was like a frickin' essay :banghead: That's what I get for trying to be 1337.
 
**** **** ****, I just spent the better part of the last hour explaining my current situation and responses to each post but my browser crashed when I tried to make the † symbol into a link :ouch:

In a nutshell, one of my most important meds was increased rather significantly, the thing is that this med has a high incidence of weight gain and sedation, so the doctors were trying to find the minimum effective dose. Apparently it wasn't high enough. Either way I just hope it is now, and should help keep these episodes under control.

I may rewrite some of the post tomorrow, that thing was like a frickin' essay :banghead: That's what I get for trying to be 1337.

All that typing was good exercise to combat the weight gain.
 
Good news and some meh news.

I talked with one of the 1337 admin's at my school and was able to extend my withdrawal so I won't get kicked out. The school uses a block system instead of a semester system, so as far as legal/financial thingies are concerned, a semester is 3 blocks (which are 5 weeks apiece.) April 13 is when the next "semester" begins but my doctor's, parents and myself agree that it is just too soon to go back. :indiff: This means I'll have to wait until August 10. That's much later than I would've liked, but there's no way around it. An extra week or two would be better to ensure things are going to be a bit stable, but ~15 weeks...

In case that made no sense:

Good: I'm not getting kicked out of school. If you leave for a few months you normally have to come back or be kicked out, which is what I was afraid I was gonna have to do, while being unsure if I could handle it right now. I was able to extend my break, but the shortest amount of time I can extend it is...

Meh: ...until August 10. That's quite a while from now, I really only feel like I need a couple weeks more, but I didn't want to go back because of the uncertainty of my condition :indiff:

I'm not sure what exactly I'm going to do during these few extra months now.

All in all I'm feeling much better, I'm back to playing guitar, PS3-trophy whoring, and making mediocre posts on GTP :D Thanks guys for all your support :bowdown:
 
Not to be a dick, but maybe a job or the like would keep you busy enough to avoid relapse? While being unemployed I noticed my mood had changed quite a bit from when I had a job. It went from being happy I could buy stuff and being sad I couldn't sleep, to being happy I could sleep and sad I couldn't buy stuff. If that makes any sense. Basically, sleeping until noon and playing video games is not the key to emotional success, at least not for me.
 
Not to be a dick, but maybe a job or the like would keep you busy enough to avoid relapse? While being unemployed I noticed my mood had changed quite a bit from when I had a job. It went from being happy I could buy stuff and being sad I couldn't sleep, to being happy I could sleep and sad I couldn't buy stuff. If that makes any sense. Basically, sleeping until noon and playing video games is not the key to emotional success, at least not for me.

That wasn't dick-like at all, Keef, spot-on. 👍 A job is probably the direction I'll be heading, that and finally getting a license for a car I've had for a few months :ouch: And can't forget the ladies :dopey:
 
That wasn't dick-like at all, Keef, spot-on. 👍 A job is probably the direction I'll be heading, that and finally getting a license for a car I've had for a few months :ouch: And can't forget the ladies :dopey:

Now, I get to be a dick, but are you safe to be on the road considering the incidents you experienced not so long ago?
 
Now, I get to be a dick, but are you safe to be on the road considering the incidents you experienced not so long ago?

I should be, I won't be doing that sort of thing for a few weeks anyway. Sorry though, you're not a dick, you brought up something I hadn't thought about.:dopey:

Look at it this way...longest Spring Break eVaH!!!! ;)

W0000 goin to cancun 4 mtv c ya!!!!!
 
Good luck with the driving lessons and getting your licence David, just remember what my Grandad told me: "Treat everyone else on the road like an idiot."
In other words expect the unexpected, the swift 4-lane shift without use of mirror, signals or putting down the cellphone / lipstick / breakfast cereal that the offender happens to be distracted by at the time. I kid you not, in heavy traffic in Palo Alto this morning, I watched a lady merge onto Highway 101 while eating cereal. Bowl cupped in one hand, spoon in the other and no hands on the wheel. :dunce: Look out for these muppets. :eek:
 
Good luck with the driving lessons and getting your licence David, just remember what my Grandad told me: "Treat everyone else on the road like an idiot."
In other words expect the unexpected, the swift 4-lane shift without use of mirror, signals or putting down the cellphone / lipstick / breakfast cereal that the offender happens to be distracted by at the time. I kid you not, in heavy traffic in Palo Alto this morning, I watched a lady merge onto Highway 101 while eating cereal. Bowl cupped in one hand, spoon in the other and no hands on the wheel. :dunce: Look out for these muppets. :eek:

Man, that freaks me out (treating everyone else like idiots). Seriously - I had my Ls (learners - must be in car with an adult - have to do 120 hours and 1year) since I was 16, now turning 18 in July and haven't done my hours because I get soooooo nervous of these supposive idiots - especially short tempered ones when I stall - but I never stall.
Anyways C_F...glad you are pulling through and I think a job might be the way forward - or take up a hobby like modle Airoplane building - sounds lame but can almost be fun.👍
 
So I got back earlier today from another 3-day stay. I will add details later but in general I felt 'tricked' into going in. 👎
 
Sorry to kinda leave you guys hanging.

So, yes, I spent the last three days back in the hospital. I had another 'dissociative self-harming' episode, and while it wasn't that bad I told my doctor during my regularly scheduled appointment the next day. When I told my doctor he was a bit worried (about the dissociative part) and suggested maybe I go back into the hospital. He said I should go to the ER (which was next door) and get a "second opinion" from the on-call psychiatrist. He stressed that even if they agree that I go in as well, it would still be my choice. I didn't feel the need to go in the hospital, I felt fine and knew it wouldn't happen again (more on this later).
Even though I felt safe with myself, and my doctor said it would be my choice if I were to be admitted, the doctors put me on a 72-hour involuntary hold, aka a 5150. (lol van halen album title omg lolwut)
I spent three days there, perfectly fine, and waited until the 72 hours were up. I really didn't do much there, it's booooring. I couldn't even read, as I didn't have my glasses (my fault...)
Anywho, I really can't articulate why I feel safe now, and why I feel none of these things will happen again, but I'm okay with it. The only 'proof' I have of this will be months from now, when I get to say "See? Toldya." I also won't be able to own, possess, purchase, or use a gun for the next five years. :lol: Not something I was interested in doing, but now I kind of feel like a criminal :cool:..... :P
I suppose there could've been much worse circumstances for going to the hospital (ie first post :P) but I'm still a little sour about the whole thing, a mix between :indiff: and :grumpy:...


The whole thing was so ridiculous to me I began writing (PL9K) next to my signature on the bazillion forms I had to fill. "PL9K" stands for Power Level 9000, and as such I am officially the nerdiest nerd in the free world.
 
It's good that you feel safe from this stuff and give doctors funny looks. If you were constantly worrying about being secure then you probably would have problems, simply because your mind is expecting something to go wrong. The brain is a powerful thing and you can easily dig a whole by trying to avoid digging a hole.

Or something. Anyways, when do we get to hear about the "not happening again" thing?
 
I'm glad to see you're doing better. It's awful how you feel you were tricked by your doctors. Perhaps they did it on purpose to get you registered as a "5150" to get you on the 'ban list' for firearms. Though, I agree a firearm is definitely not something you should own right now at this moment, but this could hurt a lot later in life. Somehow, five years turns into 'the rest of your life' knowing our DOJ.

In your honor, I'm now listening to "5150" by Van Halen off the album 5150. :) 👍
 
The whole thing was so ridiculous to me I began writing (PL9K) next to my signature on the bazillion forms I had to fill. "PL9K" stands for Power Level 9000, and as such I am officially the nerdiest nerd in the free world.

Do you do these things to make them think you're crazy? I would 5150 someone if I saw as many memes on a medical form.
 
Sorry for the necroposting but its just surprising that I had a very similar ordeal last summer. I got to a point where I decided why keep digging a hole if it will always be 6 feet deep. Got told we were going shopping the day after my mom found out and she used her 1337 doctor powers to get me 5150'd. There went a week of my summer. Got to be in the "quiet room" after a huge panic attack, got restrained by around 7 nurses and given many shots which to be honest did nothing. I dont know how long i was there since i didnt have my watch but i couldnt bear being there. Add insult to injury the guy previous to me took a dump in the corner because they wouldnt let him out so it smelled rank in there. I put my head inside the pillowcase to block out the light from the 8 foot tall 4 foot wide double windows. Rest of the stay a couple others noticed what i was there for and tried to cheer me up. They didnt succeed but to the nurses it looked like i was well. I got out like i said after a week.

Maybe a month later I had finally gotten a job, worked in the electronics dept at a walmart a biit far from my house, but the pay was quite well. Yet i still longed for what was taken from me, my own rights over myself. Every paycheck id waste immediatly so i would be broke and not afford anything to kill myself with until I talked to myself and came to the judgement that i cant live like that the rest of my life. I knew i was perma-banned from gun stores so I asked in another forum for help on getting a gun (dumb mistake i know). 4 days later get woken up early in the morning by cops. Got taken to a different place for a week and a half. Aparently the psychiatrist is the only one in the state of florida that is on call because the odds of him being at every hospital people have transfered from where very low, yet he was the only one. Not a good one either. This time the 2 sections were able to share so I got to talk to people who were much more friendly and were there for detox and other things of that nature (I was in the "dangerous patient" section). I managed to keep it calm the whole stay.

Shortly after getting out I was confronted and told if I wanted to keep a roof over my head I needed to go to a psych. He was of little help, simply doubled my dosage monthly until I decided that he wasnt telling me enough and he was keeping too many secrets from me. He made me sign disclosure forms for many "facilities" thinking I like normal teenagers would just find the Sign here: and sign. I read the names of the places, signed, did research on them and called him back to confront him, which was hard since he has a way of keeping you from telling him things like this, very controlling voice. So i quit the meds and stopped visiting. Thats about as far as I want to say about that.

Ohh and this psych believed the whole cause was that he "found" that i am likely to have aspergers syndrome (read autism) and it was a coping mechanism to stress. Which is odd since I never felt any stress.
 
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