Wards

Another day. I slept a lot yesterday, and I'm feeling it this morning. If it's not one thing, it's another. Yay.

There was something I wanted to write about but it's gone. Poof.

I can't believe these people, the patients. They're all talking to each other, trying to validate, justify, what they're feeling. They're feeing each other huge bowls of crap. It would be funny if they weren't so pathetic.

I'm not being negative. I'm just sharing my observations. This one dude. He's like, "Once you talk about your issues, then you don't need to be here anymore." A moment later, he's talking about how it's still great being here, because there's a, "Deeper level of understanding" or some such nonsense. He's leaving today, so he's free to say whatever he wants. Whatever.

I haven't thought about my ideations since Saturday .... Friday night?? Whatever. I haven't thought about it. Well, I have thought about it, but not in the, "I'm gonna do this a way." It's more like, "Whay am I thinking about that?"

It comes back to fear. Maybe it's a chemical thing, or maybe there's something physically wrong. I have no idea.

Heidi brought me stuff on epilepsy. That might explain my gapping out. It may not.

I'm looking forward to seeing a Doc today. If nothing else, I want to be able to walk to the Manor House for my meals. I'd like to get my sneakers back, too, and my sweatshirt.

have I mentioned that I hate low fat milk?? Well, I do. That's all we have here.

Here's a question. Am I isolating myself because I don't want to hang out with a bunch of mental patients? At Bryn Mawr I did open up with some of the patients. Not here, though. This isn't very kind, but the quality of patients was much higher at bryn Mawr. Well, it's something to think about.