Idiotic hospital.

I'm going to rant, you've been warned.

So I'm 9 weeks pregnant and was experiencing an odd craving to ingest non food material.

Floor cleaner to be exact.

So under the advise from my on call ob, I went to the E.R. well after several humiliating hours of being asked how long I've felt suicidal, and what makes me want to kill myself, and only getting my iorn and hemoglobin levels tested I went home.

I do not want to kill myself. For some reason I have been thinking that fabuloso purple floor cleaner would be a prefect drink.

I'm not worried about myself consciously drinking it, but maybe when I space out or am half asleep I'll poor myself a glass accidentally.

So my husband took the fabuloso and put it in his car where I won't go get it.

Wanna know what else if fuckin stupid? You cannot, in my state of iowa, be diagnosed with PICA, unless you've been actively ingesting the material for a month. AND that's what it takes to do a more extensive blood work check. News flash, if I drank it for a month, I'd be dead.

Oh yeah, and now they want to send me to a frickin psychologist to "get to the root of why I want to kill myself".

You're fucking stupid. I'm happy as hell until you start treating me like I'm crazy. I don't want to hurt myself, I love myself and my baby but think floor cleaner will taste yummy.