Never have I felt more excited about a bowl of Fruit and Fibre and a glass of orange juice. I’m so looking forward to breakfast it’s ridiculous. I have not gone to bed hungry in weeks and yet last night I did. And this morning I woke up and the scales (really great, high-tech, complex, stand-upon electrical ones) were broken – full of condensation water from the air conditioning and totally defunct!
Oh yeah – but I woke up this morning…after the most luxurious nights’ sleep I have experienced in months. I slept so well, without my evening dose of Oromorph even – but with the space of my own aura and my own room. I’m (blissfully) next to the clinic and the lift – removed from anyone else’s aura and influence whilst the nights touch me. And it’s sensational. I can’t write for long this morning because I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to fathom the shower, the dressing and the routine. I was, after all the hassle, taken along to Chrysalis to be weighed (the children’s ward). However I did contact one of the girls on our way – she came with the night nurse and myself – who’s comment was, “It’s stressful enough being weighed without all this performance.”
What? And she’s one of the downstairs girls – who’s supposedly on the way out. Um…stressful? What? It’s not even as if we get to know what we weigh…umm…there’s something seriously wrong with these people – and not with me. I’m horrified and shocked. It just isn’t my headspace or my life at all – and I had still imagined somewhere it might be. Christ if anything were there to prove me wrong it was this. Anyhow, must shower now and get ready – sense the blogging times etc. will change but I’ll keep you informed as best I can…
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