Trying to Leave

So, when I arrived here on Thursday, I blew a BAC of 0.0. I was calm, peaceful, and agreeable. (How I got coerced into coming, I have no idea.)  I was sure that they would be inclined to let me leave.  Well, here I am, 4 days later, pumped full of Librium.  Yesterday, I asked to speak to the attending physician about his right to keep me here, and he truly mumbled and stumbled over words like 'policy' and 'safety.'  I said, "Dude, I am sober, the BAC proves it."

  He said nothing. Well, of value anyway.

I said, "look, break free from this dinosaur and let me out of here.  At least get a colleague in here to give a second opinion.  This is complete VA bullshit."

"You were brought here for a reason," he responded. "What reason?  I can't see how you can legally keep me."  He tugged on his ear and said, "I'll consult with another doctor and come back in a bit."

 I stared at him and said nothing.

An hour later, the same doc came back with his 'superior.'  Same questions, same response. I told them they both fucking sucked and sat back, staring at them.  They squirmed a bit, spewing forth some bullshit about responsibility to me and the VA.  They said they would check up on me tomorrow, and if there had been any significant improvement, they would reconsider.  I asked, "Have you ever let someone out for the same reasons?"  One looked at the other and shrugged.  "It's a case by case basis."

 I said nothing.

Today is a new day.  I wonder they will be serving for dinner.   Needless to say, there is no alcohol in my future, at least for the next twenty-four hours.  Maybe those idiots know better than me after all.
Next stop, out of New England, maybe a low-rent place like who knows fuck-all.  As long as there is a VA nearby.