Ok, I fell asleep after my last post. Here it is. I was visiting someone I don't know but am with a good friend I do know. We were exploring the town when my back was just killing me with so much pain. I went to the hospital emergency, the Dr wanted to take my history from the last 20 yrs. I didn't want to go thru all the things that had happened. Kidney problems, spinal injuries, cancer during which I had gotten that flesh eating disease. All I wanted was something for the pain so I could get back home. The Drs seemed very nice and wanting to help. The told me I had to go thru a group evaluation where everyone talks about their experiences. I did that reluctantly and when that was over they took me back to emergency. Then the Dr wanted to admit me which is not what I wanted! I just wanted something for the pain to get me home. The Dr was being subversive and kept sending me to different Drs and places in the hospital until I was lost. I ended up in a room somewhere in the hospital and my friend couldn't find me. This Dr told me he didn't want to give me anything for pain thinking I was a drug addict, what he really wanted to do was lower my dose of medication even though I wasn't on narcotics but needed some to get me home. I found myself helpless and lost in a hospital I was lost in and separated from my friend. I realized I wasn't going to get any help and began searching the hospital to find my clothes so I could leave and get home regardless of the pain. Everytime I ran into a nurse or Dr they would take me deeper into the labyrinth of the hospital getting more and more confused about how to get out. I was crying and screaming at everyone that I didn't know where I was and didn't belong in this hospital or the town,city where I was. I woke terrified that I would never get out of there! Now I am going to try to go back to sleep in my real life in my own bed with my own medication! Goodnight all, for the second time tonight!