Peggy

I signed a release form so Heidi and Dr Catton can call and get info about me. Mission accomplished.

Peggy, one of the nurses or techs, spent a few minutes talking with me. I guess she's my "case" person. She asked if I was still suicidal and I told her that until a few minutes before I hadn't really thought about it. But, I did think about it. I thought that my original plan was now totally inaccessible to me. Peggy asked if I was thinking of ways to hurt myself in here and I said no.

That statement is both true and false. No, I am not looking for ways to hurt myself. I am, however, very aware of the effort that was put into making my room as safe as possible. It would take a fairly high level of ingenuity to kill yourself in this room. It can be done, certainly, but it would require some effort.
There are enough electrical sockets for example. Oh, there are ways. Heck, I get a knife, plastic, with every meal. Nobody knows if I kept one or not. Those can be sharpened into stilletos. Quite easily, really.

I did express my disdain for group therapy to Peggy. She tried to psycho-babble me about a microcosm that reflects the outside world. Okay. But, she did point out that I don't deal very well with the outside world, so that's that. I was honest enough to tell her that I am just not interested in anything these people have to say. I am here for ME. I may sound sefish and callous, but I just don't care about these people, nor do I want to.