One slice represents shame, because your shouts for help wake up your husband … and disturb your hosts when you visit out-of-town friends … and annoy the people in the next room when you splurge on a hotel.
One slice represents your answer to the question posed by a triage nurse at the emergency room. You hope to talk to a psychiatrist, whom you hope will prescribe sleeping pills, which you hope will get you through the night. The nurse asks, "Have you had thoughts about hurting yourself?" You answer, "Yes."
Four slices represent the apology of an intake nurse at an outpatient mental health clinic. You are sitting in her office. You tell her your story. She listens. She asks, "Have you had thoughts about hurting yourself?" You answer, "Yes." She makes a call, taps her pencil, hangs up the phone. “I'm sorry," she says. "We can’t help you; we don’t take Medicare.”