Another premonition came true! I am now in a psychiatric unit in a general hospital. I am happy I am getting more psychic, I am disappointed it had to play out this way.
On Tuesday night, as I was trying to sleep, I kept getting roused awake by something, and was urgently advised to call for assistance. So I dialed 911, very nervously, and had to deal with a shitty operator. Two cops came and escorted me to CAMH (no handcuffs this time - too bad, the blonde pig was rather attractive!) and I was voluntarily admitted. The ER was pandemonium and it took a very long time to get my own gurney to lie on - this is getting much worse with time at the CAMH ER. Some of the raunchiest men cussed and cussed and I got no sleep for 48 hours. I had the choice of waiting up to several days in the ER for a room on the CAMH Women's Ward, or to go to another hospital. So I chose to accept the bed elsewhere.
This ward ain't the prettiest but the staff are quite nice and it's less oppressive than other mental wards I have been on. I went because of a looming feeling of something coming, a sense of dread, and the worry of being alone with what I sensed. It seems psychiatry is actually listening to me more - they are not shooting down my theories, they seem to acknowledge my ideas a bit better.
I think Spirit wants me to be in here for something that is coming. Not sure if it's an altered state where I'd be vulnerable without help or what - I guess we'll see if this is a false alarm. The Anglican Druid is coming tomorrow with snacks and a pair of headphones, which I didn't bring.
Hospital Hack: Order the Halal food instead of standard meals because it's slightly better food!