I can’t get comfortable in this damn hospital bed, Sunday and holiday staffing blows rampaging werewolf chunks, I can’t go to the can without at least one assistant (and getting one to my room before disaster strikes is a crap shoot—pun intended) plus more decidedly unfun annoyances. I totes understand that I’m not yet ready to be checked out of Rehab Central but, motherfucking hell, it’s GOT to be earlier than the original release date (November 30).
But it’s not. Got the word yesterday that I’m here for an as yet undetermined amount of time. November 30th is merely a target. So much for my PTs smoke-up-my-as ‘you’re doing great’ and ‘that was a 10 out of 10’ comments on my performance. It's just fluffy, cheerleading bullshit.
Also and FYI, there really is no limit to the amount of embarrassment and indignities I can suffer whilst inpatient. Honest and true!
I'm bored and annoyed with this joint. While I know I’m not yet ready, I wanna go home.
You can't magic yourself out of the situation, you've got to live it as decently and as grimly as you can.
~ Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
~ Tennessee Williams, The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore
