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It was a pain in the ass. I tried my best to be clean and helpful. Some people get into the psych ward, and they want to fist fight over what drug treatment they’re getting, they can play pitiful and helpless to manipulate people. Eye opening, more than any psychedelic I’ve ever done.
Sleep was a pain because the blood clot and stitches, the infrared cameras in the dark looked like demonic eyes. I drew a lot, because it was the only way I could sanely pass time. A few people yelling and wanting to fight.
Food was great, I ate everything, 3 square meals and snacks quickly getting food about to be discarded. and they had me on multivitamin and Gatorade. My stitches can almost come out, and I got anti epileptic medicine.
I need to make better use of my time, and get a job if I’m going to get drunk and lazy.
I got used to people telling me what to do, and how to respond nicely when working, if would be great if i could work with that alone, but i can’t. I need some proof that I can do the basic jobs they expect at hours expected.
I should get all my work caught up, instead of just playing games with my memory.