Part of what makes me feel sad about being in the psych ward atm is that I'm going to miss what could be my grandpa's final birthday party.
I could gladly miss New Years' -- it's just another party holiday I never get invited to. My grandpa.. I hope he won't be disappointed. I'm so worried wtf to tell my mom~!!
I really want to have a quick smoke. I get that that's not something they can exactly lemme do; I get what time it is. I get that I could be a flight risk. I get they don't have a security-escort for these situations...
I might ask for a mild sedative, as I'm entirely wide awake. Ijust have one fuck of a cough. It's decided to be a dry one.. just as the nurse and I were speaking of me "coughing up"( 🤣) a sample..
But, basically, the headache and the coughing is keeping me from drifting, and the feeling I'm going to be roused from a deep nap to move to the appropriate part of this complex.
I guess seeing things like Netflix's "Nurses Who Kill" (or .. whatever the title was?), or whatever..I would have thought I'd be more paranoid of where I am. I'm oddly calm.. not even grouchy. I feel.. drained, if anything...?
I am so glad I packed stuff to do. I'm even more glad that I put a stylus pen in so many things -- I left all my penkit at home with "the good one". I see the one with me sucks.
Looks like i'mma need a stylus. The one here is terrible..
Fine.. if I can't keyboard.. maybe I might sleep.