14 Weeks: How Long Am I Really Here For?

I returned to Treliske today to have the stitches removed from my foot. It was a lot more painful than I was initially expecting. I was biting into a blanket the entire time that the nurse was removing them.

I couldn’t find out whether I had a neurology or psychology appointment on the 17th while I was there. However, I was told that Bodmin Hospital would have all the details in the paperwork sent from Treliske to Bodmin. So, I guess that means it’s definitely the neurology appointment. I need to contact my father now and let him know. Unfortunately, I cannot find his phone number. I think I may have left it in the shirt pocket of a pyjama shirt I was wearing yesterday. I’ll have to ask my mother for the number tomorrow when she comes to visit me in the hospital. I have to hope that she shows up now.

While at Treliske, I was told my next appointment concerning my broken ankle would be six weeks. Does this mean I have six more weeks of no pressure on my right foot and then six weeks of light pressure on the foot? Twelve more weeks of this stuff? Has my 14 weeks now turned into 16 weeks?

14 Weeks: Loss Of A Limb

Another new patient was brought into this ward last night, a guy named Andrew. Sadly, he’s missing his right foot. I decided to ask him about it today. He told me he’d stood on a nail and didn’t notice it for a while. Once he had noticed his foot had gone rather numb, he saw the nail. It was badly infected by that point. He ended up with no real choice but to have it amputated. Poor guy.

I’m currently growing more and more concerned that I’m going to be stuck in the hospital for a few more weeks. If so, how will I stop my friends Holly and Samie worrying about me? In this hospital, I have no access to the internet at all. There’s no way I can tell them I may not be online again until late December or early January (if I’m unlucky). Crap…

14 Weeks: A New Patient

Ward 4 gained a new patient today, an elderly guy named Eric. Having him around so far has been quite a laugh but rather sad, too. He’s been talking to cats that don’t exist, calling out for someone named Fay (and calling her a bitch).

Not too long ago, it sounded like he was asking one of the nurses to whip him. I had to stifle the need to burst out laughing at that remark. That was way too funny to me.

Spoke to a nurse today about the 15th and 17th of October. It turns out I’ll be going to Treliske on the 15th to have the stitches removed from my foot and will then be returning to Bodmin Hospital. On the 17th of October, I’ll return to Treliske for a neurology appointment. It was rather odd because when I first arrived at Bodmin Hospital, I was told it would be a psychology appointment. So which is it? The appointment I knew I would have with Doctor Stewart at 9:00, or a psychology appointment? I’ll have to find out on the 15th while I’m at Treliske. It could be both, for all I know.

14 Weeks: The Comical Screams

After being transferred to Bodmin Hospital late last night, I was placed in a bed near a guy named Norman. He had me laughing several times throughout the day due to his screams, which were weird gargling sounds, as well as purrs, squeaks, and growls. Several other people on the ward were also laughing. It was damn hard not to laugh. It was hard to tell if the guy was genuinely in pain or just making the weird sounds for the hell of it. He sure didn’t look like he was in pain, but you never know with some people.

He left for Treliske Hospital later in the day in the hopes of getting a pacemaker as his heart rate was dropping, getting lower and lower. Hopefully he’ll be ok.

14 Weeks: A Short Message

I messaged my friends Holly and Samie today. It seems they were both extremely worried about me as I had vanished for about two weeks. They're both clueless about the events that led to me ending up in the hospital currently. Due to the hospital's rubbish internet and touch screens, I couldn't explain much to them at all.

I wonder what they'll think of me once I finally return home and explain everything: my attempted suicide and all the delusional episodes I had.