For Immediate Release From Kingdom-Levine-Oliver Publisher, Inc.
THE PETITION FOR EMERGENCY EVALUATION
When I stepped into the night air, it was refreshing, but funnier.
I noticed the ambulance next to the police car. Two ambulance attendants assisted in putting me on the stretcher. They then strapped me to the bed and that is when the atmosphere changed for me. The black straps were very tight and I could not lift my arms. “But why?” I asked my mother. My dah quickly stated. “So ya don’t fall, A-gnes.”
When my father used my whole name, it was serious. I could see tears in his eyes. I looked at my mother and true to form, she pulled her Scapula out her bra and put it around my neck and into my bra. “Don’t let them take it!” My mother told me.
My younger sister, Robbie, then came outside with a folder in her hand. “I am right behind y’all Agnes.” I nodded, “Ok.”
Everything was a fuzzy joke. At the Emergency Room, there were lots of people there for lots of different reasons. It was a regular hospital emergency room. I remember Robbie passing me a clip board with blank Forms on it. I recall her asking me a question after the Triage Nurse asked her the question. What stands out to me from that Emergency Room visit was Robbie snatching the Form out of my hand and saying firmly, “YOU ARE NOT CORRETTA SCOTT KING, AGNES, STOP IT!”
When it was finally my turn to be evaluated, I was examined by a doctor who then assisted a Psychiatrist evaluate me by asking lots of questions. There was a baby crying in the background and I then began singing, “The baby is crying and it is watching me.” I could not get the tune and words out my head, but the laughing finally stopped. I had been given Lithium and another pill, a sandwhich, and some apple juice. I stopped singing long enough to eat because I was starved.
At last the Examining Room curtain slid back and my parents were standing there. My dad dropped my mother off at the hospital on his way to work his night shift. I was so happy and figured my mother would be taking me home in her own car. When she informed me that “No. You have to get better.” I immediately went into panic mode and became highly afraid, agitated, and irrational. I accused my family of tricking me. “Y’all lied!” I looked at Robbie screaming, “***, you lied!” I began screaming more and more and the hospital staff quickly put me in an isolated padded room. It had vanilla-painted walls. There was a black mat and nothing else. The door was locked tight, too, because I remember trying to get out and lying and shouting, “I gotta pee! I gotta pee!” I could hear my mother saying, “I’m not leaving you no matter what you say, Agnes. Calm down, I’m here.”
(Then the Vanilla Room occurred)
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Posted By: agnes levine
Tuesday, April 8th 2025 at 4:06PM
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