March 2016
Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget

This is the diary to begin the end.

Had Darryl not added me to his insurance they would likely have released me and secondly there would be no bill.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Darryl had to leave early this morning for the airport — travel on Sunday, and six weeks straight of travel all week. We’ll miss the memorial together.

We’re being swamped by medical bills from them 5150-5250’ing me. I need to get it all sorted, scanned, and posted.

Might as well mime a fight. I feared the thought of showing up at Paradise Valley to protest the out of network 5150 bill, but to find myself taken in again.

March 30, 2016

Nearly through the month. One more day. If only catching up here meant filling in a few days

No. This is the diary to begin the end.

January brought 2 5150’s. Sarah, the canadian neighbor with her darling Stella said she felt threatened. I had been at the ocean and left to walk back up the street to go to the burger joint, The Promiscuous Fork, and tell Darryl to meet me there. He was almost home, returning from Los Angeles, and though I didn’t know, he actually had stopped just up the street at El Pescador to bring home dinner.

From across the street the cops see me and come detain me. I’m 5150’ed without being identified and taken away.

I was taken to Scripp’s Mercy where I was drugged an spent the week.

In the course of waiting I became friends with two female patients. My roommate who slept all day and stayed up all night keeping from sleep all week. That I sleep wasn’t their priority so I was left waiting all night long in the hallway so as not to disturb her. Where is fair in that?

I was finally released to spend the weekend with Darryl. As usual we had a fight before even leaving the parking lot. Cops left me a free woman.

That Sunday I wanted to go to Cracker Barrel on the border for breakfast (practically speaking it’d be brunch). Darryl drove but took me to Paradise Valley instead saying “if I don’t someone is going to call the police”. Molly.com

My instincts told me not to go in. From the parking lot I tried quickly & casually to reason with Darryl. I called Aunt Kristina, Sister La’el, and she understood but gave me the courage to make the choice to go in. Inside we made it from the ER room into the back to be seen. They had me in a corner room, had me undress, but waiting to be seen.

At Scripp’s a man, a known sexual predator, twice sexually assaulted my friend. He had been harassing me, but unlike her I was adept at dodging his physicality.

I didn’t want to sit waiting.

I redressed and went to leave. Walking through the lobby again and striding to the doors, I said “Don’t shoot me in the back.” pointing over my shoulder at the point.

They drugged me.

I no longer remember the names of the women.

I can’t report the assault.

I was released February 16th.

From Paradise Valley I was held in the ICU where they finally could verify insurance and put me into their system.

Had Darryl not added me to his insurance they would likely have released me and secondly there would be no bill.

As it is Paradise Valley was out of network. It’s $25,000+ later, out of pocket.

They kicked me from PV to API, Alvarado Parkway Institute because the hospital guy said it was too expensive.

I begged him to leave me at Paradise Valley for the ONE MORE NIGHT. I was to be RELEASED the next day.

They moved me that night where despite still being without sleep I was kept up waiting for a bed.

It was two weeks later I was released.

At API I was first held in the area for violent patients where I was sexually assaulted by another patient.

I was in a room with two other girls and it was freezing. I feared sleeping for having been assaulted already.

I was moved again, this time to a small area for the elderly.

Then I was moved to a different ward, the one for geriatric care though most of the people were a mix of ages.

Cesar Benitez, the doctor assigned to me was, as usual, evil. He took no time with me, and pursued the 5250 as well as the Reis to drug me against my will.

Twice my mother flew out to defend me but I lost the court’s cases and somehow knew that would be that would go. God’s will be done.

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