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September


  1. 01 22:24 - got tricked into 4 wheat sandwiches today + lasagna. insomnia from the wheat high.
  2. 07 14:03 i am still feeling the after effects of the wheat poisoning.
  3. 09 9:57 knock on the door, officially the cleaners, but its just to phase me / make me forget what i was talking / thinking about. they are not allowed in my room because of "private" reasons. the same goes for anyone who lives here, although at first i was given no reason at all. i asked later and they said its because i "have MRSA" and some other acronym i dont remember (ECB?). the staff are obviously allowed to come in here, and friends are let in (after much persuation about "are you family or close friend?") without protective gear though. and they just happened to synchronize with bella coming here on christmas 2023 with "we have to shower him, you cant come in", and thus i never ever will get to meet her again. i was told the first time i got here in november last year, that i should throw away absolutely everything i own, including all chairs and tables (then theyd never have anything to put things on) because they wont "fit" otherwise. this i disagreed with, but had to tell them over and over again. they persuaded me to throw away my new vacuum cleaner, because they "have one" here, but in 10 monthts they have never used it. the first excuse was "it breaks down often" and everything after has just been "we dont do that". further, i had an oven that cost 14000kr ($1400) recieved as a gift for 3 acrylic paintings, but they made me throw away that as well. i have none of my utensils left, they stole all of them too, and i am only ever allowed a spoon. they also stole most of the cups and glasses, even a new one i was given. i managed to drink in it once.


av Heartgold Worldstone (ris och ros)


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