The only good part was that I got to meet a lot of interesting people. There was a guy who looked kinda like Brian Peppers and who had giant moobs-- that was interesting. I also had a room mate who was terrified of taking a shower because she was afraid she might fall over. But I should have thought of the fact that I get homesick really easily before I agreed to be checked in. And then when I did want to get home, I was really afraid that I wouldn't be allowed to go and I started crying, which obviously didn't make a good impression-- I almost got put on a 72-hour hold instead.
...The moral of which is: do not try to convince the ER docs that you are crazy, you really are. It doesn't end well. Facepalm.