Getting to Vienna...

Where to begin? That is one tough question. I guess I could start with my hospitalization in a psychosomatic clinic in Slovakia. This was from November 2018 until February 2019. This psychosomatic clinic is the only one in Slovakia (Pezinok) that has a special Eating Disorder unit with a specialized 'eating program' for patients suffering from eating disorders. Since I was officially diagnosed as a Borderline Personality Disorder patient, I was not a part of the eating program. I came to the clinic with 43 kilos and left with 38. After my release I went on to live in my apartment, which lasted all of 3 weeks, because I stopped eating and just drank wine. My mom called me an ambulance and I was admitted to an acute psychiatric ward in Bratislava. I lost more weight during this hospitalization. When they released me, I had 35.5 kilos and I went straight into a daily therapeutic clinic. I was advised to return to Pezinok to part-take in the 'eating program', but the chief of the clinic said that I was just released and she kind of simply didn't know what to do with me. So into the daily clinic I went. I had to sign a contract which stated that I wasn't allowed to lose any more weight or else I would be sent straight back to the hospital. I started to attend the clinic in April and it went on until mid August, when the clinic had a three week break. This break was also a bad breaking point for me. I stayed at home, I stopped eating... I just drank wine so that I would sleep. My mom finally gave in and came to get me in my apartment. I weighed 29 kilos and I could barely walk. We went to my general practitioner, who gave me IV fluids and did bloodwork. Results came back and it was bad. My GP called my mom and said that she was sending an ambulance to come and get me, because I needed to be monitored in a hospital. So I went to the ER and was admitted to the metabolic unit of the ICU some hours later. I stayed there for just 15 hours! Then they released me and told my mom that I needed to go to an Eating Disorder clinic, that they couldn't do much more for me and that it was in fact riskier for me to stay in the hospital, where I was at risk of catching a resistant strain of bacteria, which could end very badly. So home I went. We tried calling the Pezinok clinic, but the chief told us that she can't admit me in this condition. So we tried the only two clinics in the Czech Republic (I speak and understand Czech). We received the same answer. It was a no go. At this point I was exhausted. I was eating, but I was purging anything and everything that came my way. Including water. We didn't know what to do with me. Then I had an idea that I could perhaps try going to a clinic in Austria. After all, I spoke and understood German well enough for it to work. I found a clinic in Vienna online. It was a part of the Vienna General Hospital- AKH, so I called there. I made an appointment at the ED unit, but it was in three weeks. I was too anxious to wait that long, so I decided to just go and try to speak with someone before that. I came to AKH, saw a doctor at the psychiatric ward. She told me that Vienna wasn't a good fit for me, that I should just do my best and go to the Czech Republic. I was devastated. I came home and cried. I went back for my appointment though, because it still symbolized hope. So off to Vienna I went. This time around I saw the chief of the Unit who gave in and told me that he would admit me. I would have to go to the psychiatric ICU first though in order to get my BMI to 12.5. He made a call and afterwards told me that they could admit me on Thursday. Great news! Except... I needed an approval from my insurance first. And so began my fight. I refused to give up and fought with my insurance company until they gave in and approved my treatment as well. I let Vienna know that I was able to come. They called me a day later that in fact they have a bed available and that I could come. I freaked out! I ran away from my mom's apartment (where I was staying at now) to mine, got drunk and refused to go. I lost my place, but with the help from my mom I got my sh*t together and was ready and mentally prepared to go to Vienna, this time for real. The call came. Bed was available. It was available on the 28th of November 2019, on my 32nd birthday. I thought it was rather symbolic and told myself that it was simply meant to be this way. I packed my shenanigans and went to Vienna to be admitted in the psychiatric ICU unit...