A Deviated Septum is Nothing to Sneeze At

  A very long three days to finally end up at [Hospital's] Behavioral Health Unit after 3 days in their crisis ER area. No roommate and hope it stays that way. Hijacked the extra pillow and blanket. Made an enemy right off the bat too. I arrived right at shower time and they were helping me get used to their system and this other woman was saying she was first and all. Frazzled and with low nicotine and testosterone and just belted out “Fuck it! Go ahead! I don't give a fuck!” or something to that effect and hoo boy.  “Do you know what it's like to have hemorrhoids?!?” She shouted.  “YES I DO!” I declared. “Itchy, painful and burns as fuck!!! SO GO FIRST!!” I shouted back. Been having trouble not having outbursts. Hoping that blows over. Been fortunate to have some pretty cool staff.  [The author would later eat those words] Wonder if it's the same hospital food or if we get anything different. Snack time was good, same stuff we're getting for lunch snacks dow...

 My friend and ally from the hospital, please contact me on Facebook. I came home to 10 new friend requests and I don't know what your name is on Facebook. >_<

 Just got out of the psych ward. Needed a checkup from the neck up. The first week was sheer hell. The second week was a bit better, a lighter form of hell. I had an ally on the inside, you see. I journaled extensively and I'll transcribe it all here over time. I'm titling these chronicles "Grippy Sock Yellows" a play on The Blues. Also because the hospital socks in my size were yellow and I detest yellow. I am doing better now, just adjusting to being back home. Fuck I missed music. Currently working on a Youtube playlist of all the songs and pop culture references I made in my journal. Find it here .