well, I went into the hospital with elevated BP and pulse, I was visible shaking, speaking a mile a minute, couldn;t stay in track for more then a moment, and basically moving 20 miles a second.
As soon as they heard that I was have a reaction to psychiatric meds, they put me in a 'crisis room, took my clothing, shoes, jewelry (including a religious necklace) and wanded me for weapons or such. Then they tried to move me into a crisis intervention room, but I flipped out at that. Being stripped to a gown and hospital booties was bad enough, but they wanted to move me to basically a padded room, taking away my husband, who was the only thing keeping me grounded. I started to freak out, I've had bad expierinces with psych wards, and my hubby pretty much stepped between me and the nurses, and statted we were going home if that is what they were going to insist on.
Between my being coherent, and not losing control, the medical doc on call convincing the staff that I didn't need crisis intervention, and my husband insisting we would leave before he let them take me back there, they decided to let me stay where I was for the time being.
The ER doc offered me bendryl or some other med, Cogentin (which I had never heard of), and had me moved to a different room where supposedly I could be watched, but was kept with my husband. It took them about 1.5 hours to show up with the benedryl which did nothing to calm me down, I spent the whole time pacing, crying, talking a mile a minute, going between calm enough to handle things and certain they were about to run in with the haldol and restraints.
Eventually the ER doc came back, admitted I had been 'lost' in the system, apologized, asked if I wanted to go home then or wait another hour to talk to a crisis nurse. We opted to go home.
Basically, I wasn;t in need of the crisis unit, which meant they couldn;t, or wouldn;t give me anything to help calm me down other then the useless benedryl. They couldn;t even give me a script for enough of anything to make it through the weekend till I could see a regular doc.
it's Monday now, and I'm still manic, just not as manic..... shifting through old boxes upstairs I've managed to find some old bottles for sedatives from a while back that have let me calm enough to not need supervision, but I still don;t feel comfortable driving or being alone all day while hubby's at work.