Sarah’s long night in the emergency room almost ended in disaster. Only through an act of God did she finally end up where she needed to be. Let me explain.
After arriving at the hospital, Sarah continued to act erratic. She went from chatty compliance to crisp-as-bacon rage without warning. The situation bored her. Her circumstances outraged her. The world had conspired against her.
Back at home, I slept fitfully in between startling awake with the urge to pray fervently. I desperately wanted to know what had happened after Sarah’s aunt took her to the ER—but it took awhile for the story to fall into place.
At one point, the orderlies put Sarah in restraints. At another point, Sarah’s aunt gave her back her phone and she took selfies and posted them on Facebook. She also initiated a conversation with one of my prayer warrior friends who let me know that Sarah was still in the hospital and very angry, but ok.
Despite telling Sarah that they would hold her for 72 hours because she presented as suicidal, the hospital staff had started discharge proceedings some time early in the morning.
Sarah had burned so many bridges with her aunt and uncle that they didn’t feel able to invite her back into their home until she made changes and committed to seeking help and getting better. At the time, Sarah still hadn’t acknowledge that anything ailed her—she could only see that she wanted out of her immediate situation.
About the time her aunt started wondering what she should do with Sarah upon discharge, two people from the St. Helena Hospital Center for Behavioral Health showed up at the hospital for a consult. God arranged the timing and the people that he sent.
According to my sister-in-law, within five minutes of observing Sarah whilst she spoke to a doctor from the center, his companion identified what ailed Sarah based on her responses to the doctor’s questions: She looked sad one minute and the next minute laughed immoderately while answering questions about her birthday and place of residence.
The man who accompanied the doctor explained to my sister-in-law that Sarah demonstrated the classic signs of bi-polar affective disorder.
I, too, have no idea how Sarah actually arrived at the St. Helena Hospital Center for Behavioral Health.
I do know that her hospital bill for the 14 hours she spent in the ER totaled over $6000.00.
I do know the exact time of her admission to the psychiatric hospital: 10:45 am, March 11, 2015.
I do know that the facility operates under the auspicious of a Christian health care system—and I knew that God would place his people in her path.
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