The police was called to my address two days ago. It’s because I vented a little too hard to someone that knows my address. My mistake. For the first time ever, I had an ambulance called (even tho I was not injured, in no danger and overall fine). I honestly feel terrible for wasting an ambulance’s time. The two EMTs just asked some questions, made sure I was okay, measured my heartbeat and blood oxygen level (100%, wow!) and printed me this piece of paper. This was a first for me, so it was indeed mildly interesting to me.

I’m honestly still depressed as fuck, a dysphoric mess, but I guess I’m alive.

All sensitive information has been redacted, except for my legal first name, which is no secret (it’s literally my username) and I’ve shared it here before.

Transcript (translated):
Anxiety disorder; undergoing gender transition.
HRT, escitalopram, antiandrogen.
Today, during an online conversation, she complained so bitterly about her life that a friend called the police and emergency services out of concern for her suicidal intentions. Upon arrival, the police administered a breathalyzer test and a drug test, both of which were negative. The young patient was present; she was rational, without delusions or hallucinations, oriented, denied suicidal tendencies, confirmed her anxiety, and stated that she just needed to vent and complain. She does not want and does not believe she currently needs an acute psychiatric consultation; she does not want sedative medication; I am leaving her at the scene—she lives with her boyfriend, who will keep an eye on her. In case of difficulties, anxiety, or suicidal tendencies, they will call emergency services at any time; she was instructed accordingly and agrees.
Objective findings: conscious, fully oriented, cooperative, rational, no delusions, no hallucinations, normal heart rate, normal cranial nerve function, neck mobility normal, eupnea, normotension, normal oxygen saturation, ASP, no somatic complaints.