I also had access to a social worker and a recreational therapist. The social worker gave me a huge amount of information about programs in my area for when I was discharged. I also had a dietician come and talk to me and help me get tasty meals that were suited to my fussy palate.
My primary nurse had my care for my entire 9 weeks. I went back to the unit to drop off some jigsaw puzzles (the main form of diversion there), and went to see her again - she gave me a hug and was so excited to see me again and to hear how I was doing. She talked me through my psychotic period, encouraged me when I was scared and not sure where to go or what to do, and she even praised and encouraged my faith - something that they really aren't supposed to do, since it was a public, not a Christian, hospital.
Since I was in so long, the different chaplains who led the Sunday evening service got to know me. One of them was the chaplain assigned to my unit, and the other one took a liking to me and took me out to tea for a nice visit once. The chaplain assigned to my unit who came to visit had also taken care of my grandmother when she was a transplant patient in the same hospital 11 years prior! That helped establish our rapport, and things took off from there. I had never had pastoral visits in my previous hospitalizations - the first two times, I had a pastor who "didn't do" visits, and the third time, I wasn't in long enough to need one - I had a friend from church stop by instead to check on me. Thus, I felt a little strange and even embarrassed having my pastors come and see me in such a state at first (I'm used to always looking strong and being helpful). I told the chaplain all of those feelings, and she was able to reassure me and help me accept the care that my pastors were offering.
There is a program at this hospital called, "Artists on the Wards", where artists of all sorts-general arts&crafts, writers, musicians, etc., will come by and do different art forms to help pass time. My art that I created through that program is now displayed for all to see in another part of the hospital. They have also published a book with poems that patients have written.
As I said earlier, there were a lot of tears and fears when I was in hospital, but it was where I needed to be at that time, and it really was a pretty good experience. You may want to talk to your pdoc now while you're not feeling too bad and ask him/her about what would happen if you did go inpatient, so that you could be prepared if that ever did become a reality.
It will feel odd at first when you go into hospital, but once you settle in ... it can be very helpful.
