Who knew working from inside here would be so challenging. It's like my whole 'mental illness' life has come full circle. I am quite content to be in here, I have learnt so much from the other patients, the student nurses, SOME of the nurses (a definitely minority) and even rarer, the Doctors.
Typically the higher up in the hierarchy, the further their heads are up their arses. Time sometimes plays a role, the longer they have been working and the more they believe they have the "experience" and "knowledge" the greater likelihood of them being deaf and blind to what is right in front of them.
Oooh... hold that thought, it's dinner time. Usually it's around 5 - 5:30 so we are actually eating late tonight, how "normal" of us.
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Alright I'm back. Dinner was lasagna, one of my favourite foods. Unfortunately it looked like watered down liquified cheesey bubbles and sloppy meat. BUT I still loved it. I think the patients keep looking at me funny when I sing about the food and being first in "line" all the time.
I was going to write about the process I went through to get and appointment with the 'Mental Health Tribunal' but I can't be bothered now. See, I just stuffed my face with 'Sweet Chilli and Sour Cream' chips. Now I am bloaty, content and blank.
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