The last time I was hospitalized for my eating disorder, it felt like the hospital’s only aim was to get me out. I understand why this was the goal.
In the past, the hospital has exasperated my symptoms and only made things worse. However, this time things were different — and many things were missed.
I was admitted to the hospital with an extremely high heart rate. The doctors were concerned. I didn’t refuse the first nine bags of fluids they gave me overnight because I too was worried about my heart.Read more on themighty.com