So ………. looks like I’m heading back into hospital.
As I always say, hospital’s a great place to go to when you need it, and a great place to leave afterwards; the problem is, my “afterwards” – the end of my previous admission – is too close for comfort. The restrictions of institutional living, the imperfections in treatment which have resulted in this admission, the raging psychic pain of the last few days – all these are too close, too raw for me to feel anything like happy about returning.
Still, at least I’ve got my own Packing List to refer to. L-O-fucking-L.
Because I’m going into a private hospital, and because staffing is dependent on occupied beds, I will not actually be admitted until tomorrow afternoon.
Did you know today is International Positive Thinking Day? Apparently so. This saves you, dear reader, from various rants about … well, name it, really.
Actually, if anyone has any excess positivity, I could really use some right now.
Signing off for the time being.