Triage...

The existence of a triage team was news to me, though quite frankly I wasn't in any fit state to appreciate it at that particular moment in time.

It was quarter to ten at night. I'd staggered home from college, and had almost finished eating when the police arrived.

Someone had phoned in their concerns. But it was Tuesday....And the time when the police and triage would have been helpful, long gone: 4.5 days too late.

They strongly advised ex service user to see their triage team....

And then my husband explained how things were slightly fubar before... and then completely fugazi after the psychiatric help, so though it's not up to us about the triarge, you ( the police) can now understand exactly why we are struggling with this problem by ourselves.

And that we could go to the doctor's, but we don't.

So, that was last night. Ex service user politely declined the triage, and the police extended their sympathy and best wishes and left.