I was in the hospital two days ago.
I had gone to school on my day off (Wednesday) in order to complete a research lab I signed up for. I caught a late bus, and when I realized I was going to be late, I started crying. The bus driver and a woman tried to help me calm down, but the bus driver was doing more harm than good with his well-meant comments. I must have reacted in some way to this, because when he let the woman off, he made a joke to her about crying. I asked him why he had to say that, and he said, "Well, I wouldn't have if you hadn't been so rude when we were trying to help you." I know I was certainly NOT rude. I might have raised my voice a bit from frustration, but I was not intentionally being nasty. The fact that he so much as suggested that made me angry. I got off his bus in a huff and arrived ten minutes late at the school. I went to the right building, and the right floor, but when I went looking for the room for the lab, I realized that I had forgotten where it was. When some adults came by and asked me what was wrong, I started bawling. I was eventually guided to Student Services, where the Dean and one of my assigned counselours tried to help me. I was a completely emotional mess. I wouldn't stop crying. Finally, I consented to being taken to a hospital across town.
I did go home that night, but I haven't gone back to school this week since that incident. Mom and my stepfather are out of town for the next few days, so I'm home alone, trying to get over what happened. I'm not as upset as I was, but I'm still a bit apprehensive and depressed...
