You would need to be a high functioning, olympic athlete to deal with these people.
I had made full arrangements with the head of the hospital (who was my doc) to enter on a certain day.
When I got there, no one had heard of me, there was no paperwork on me, then they found paperwork but all the details where wrong.
Finally got upstairs and was admitted.
The ""therapy"" is a joke and consists of people saying things such as ""I shaved today"".
Food was mediocre.
Staff waivered between competent to truly caring.
My room was a disaster. The bathroom so disgusting that I did not bathe for 6 days.
I left the hospital, detoxed off my drug of choice and was using 15 minutes later.
No aftercare whatsoever.
You want to detox. Faulkner Hospital. 7 South Unit.
Fantastic care, great food, access to snacks like icecream 24/7.
You meet with the head doc, the NCP, you are assigned a counselor and a aftercare program.
Group sessions are informative and really tell you all sorts of useful information.
Go Faulkner!
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