I absolutely hate admitting this, but it's so relevant I can't not.
A few months ago, when I had literally hit rock bottom, I had heard through the proverbial grapevine that a certain hospital in my city offered a pretty solid detox option. So after a little bit of mental deliberation, I showed up at the hospital at 2AM and explained thoroughly why I was there and articulated the fact that I was in absolute terrible condition both physically and mentally due to a heavy habit of IV heroin. I was informed that the appropriate doctor wouldn't be there until 7 or 8 in the morning, but I was more than welcome to stay.
I decided to. A brief exam by a nurse practitioner turned my experience upside down, after answering a few questions far too honestly. I was involuntarily committed to their psych ward, because they felt I needed to be held for psychiatric evaluation (obviously I didn't feel that way which had me so enraged). A heroin addict confined to a room with people who are talking to walls and flinging their own shit. Appropriate? For the 12 hours I was in that ward, I wasn't even offered a fucking aspirin to help cope with the shape that I was in...and after all that bullshit, it was quite dire. I don't know exactly what would have happened, had I been prescribed anything, but from what I gathered from other patients you are very rarely even given the time of day by the staff. Even less when you're asking for medication.