Laurel Regional Hospital Behavioral Health Servics

My very Mormon friend was taken here after a horrible year of swing shifts and sleeplessness. Upon hearing the news from a mutual friend I went to see her. I just walked in, no doctors, security, staff, etc. I wondered the halls looking for anyone until I followed the signs and checked every room to find her. She was in a closest sized room, I could barely fit around the furniture to get to her bedside. She was messed up. I saw a nurse, flagged her down, asked what the status was, was told she didn’t know — I picked up the chart and handed it to the woman — she sighed and stomped her foot but looked, «Well, it’s not cocaine and … it looks like alcohol poisoning.» Are you kidding me? Refer to line one. «My very Mormon friend!» There is no way she would ever drink or do cocaine. What does cocaine have to do with anything? I argue with the nurse, suddenly there’s a doctor, staff, and security. I tell them I am not leaving without her, so they take out her iv and hand her over. In the gown. Pass me a bag of her clothes. They don’t know me from Adam! I could have kidnapped her. But I didn’t. I took her to Howard County. A+ for Howard Gen. And they just remodeled.