I checked the phonebooks again. At best, the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health seemed like something heard before. I found a quarter, called. Half the address had been right. I went to the emerge reception and gave my name.
Patients often avoid giving away their full names.
I would rather have bystanders learn my last name than ever be asked for it. I had not eaten since lunch. Headaches, shakes, hypoglycemia, distress took their toll. I had seen a cafeteria somewhere on the way in. I asked the girl inside the reception barricade if I could make a quick trip.