I’m desperate to go home I feel like I have returned to my
5yr old self begging my parents to take me home instead of to buy me that toy
or other miscellaneous thing but my pleas fall on deaf ears. I’ve been locked
up and the key thrown away. I’m a prisoner to both this hospital and my
illness. A game of cat and mouse and I’m cornered. What’s worse is I’m
cornering my parents they must feel awful as is without me begging them in fits
of tears to take me home!
I just had ‘ward round’ everybody’s favourite days of the
week… not! But it went well (in my perception) I’m not allowed off wheelchair
transfers or time off the ward until my obs stabilise (my heart rate jumps too
much when I stand up) and I’m meeting with the dietician tomorrow to discuss
introducing an oral meal plan which I am actually that stoked about! Its one
step closer to home talking about home the shortest period I could be here is a
week! Although the possibility of being longer is still there and I am aware of
this. My parents weren’t too impressed when I discussed this with them they are
desperate that this admission will turn things around but I just don’t want it
as much as they do I want to want it but I just….can’t.
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