"Ladies!! Ladies!! Wake up!! Time to check your blood pressure and temp... Come on girls"
...Shouted the fucking nurse 7 in the morning. You don't need to bang on the fucking doors for me to understand. No one has time for that bullshit. I have to wake up so early, then to do nothing but rot in the day room until lunch then dinner. Anyways, I get my weary ass up, fix my paper thin bed up, walk to the hall and wait on the line to get my pressure checked.
I'm pissed and annoyed, so chances are it might be high. Fuck.
This place is literally just rooms with the thinnest mattresses I have ever seen to exist. I would happily sleep on the floor but then they would just think I'm "crazier"and keep me in this bird shit hole longer. I'm not even crazy. And if I am, who the fuck isn't? They think your crazy for the smallest of reasons.
The hospital unit for adolescents is composed of a long hallway that leads to rooms that are always locked. Like the day room, the lunch room, some of the bathrooms, and the room we stand outside of to pick up our meds.
I'm not even in this crap hospital for anger problems if it comes as a surprise to you! And I don't need meds. Yes, I'm here for "depression", a feeling and emotion that everyone has gotten in their life. I didn't know you would get locked up in a looney bin for it though. And by the way if you haven't had depression, you are a fucking sociopath. Either way, you don't win.
