I decided, a short time ago, that I am not seeing anything — after a dear friend of 40 years yelled at me. I tried to make him see wbat I see, and he got frustrated. I annoyed everyo e this day, and I feel so isolated. I came here yesterday, and I have not seen a dotor in, roughly, 28 hours. I requested a doctor about 5 hours ago, and I still wait. My nurse won’t even walk past my door, and only one nurse in theplace will even try to get a doctor for me. I remember what a “crisis counselor ” told me today: “Oh ,no. The people here won’t resent you believing you see something.” I just shouldn’t try so hard to convince one of them.
I am a little worried about my kidneys. I only peed twice since I got here, and the second time was four hours or so ago. I just asked my nurse for a bandaid, and she said she would be back in 5 minutes. I hate feelinv this, but I am still watching the clock.
I can’t sleep, again, and I don’t know what to do with myself. This post is bumming me out, and I am going to hunt for a more upbeat topic. Bye for now.
Something more positive tomorrow.
Still today, a short while later. My nurse came in response to me almost grabbing her in the stall. Told her I’m okay for now, and it was a metamorphosis — she is suddenly the sweet person she was yesterday. Helps to be nice to people, I am reminded. Goodnight to everyone.