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Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Shake ‘n Bake Patients in the TMH Behavioral Health Unit are all too familiar with Florida’s Baker Act, which health professionals and law enforcement can use to send someone for an involuntary psych evaluation for up to 72 hours. Mom was Baker Acted a couple months ago when she was in the E.R. for babbling nonsense and accusing me of having an affair (among other things). Patients in the Behavioral Health Unit would say that she got “Shake ‘n Baked.” Mom got “Shake ‘n Baked” again yesterday. I don’t want to get into the sordid details*, but let’s just say that she was very confused. And that she likely won’t be living at her house anymore. * When the “confused” symptoms began to reemerge, she asked me, “How many people have you told I’m crazy?” Um, well, I never said “crazy,” but I have written about it on the blog. So . . . maybe seven or eight people? Ten people max. |