Grippy Socks Yellows: 3-10-25

 

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 downstairs. There's some fear of retaliation from the earlier incident but hopefully it blows over.

I'm not interested in making friends but don't want to be making any unnecessary enemies either.

Ah, we could go into how I got here but I just don't have the energy for it. We can do that later when I don't have the Ativan sleepies.

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