One for the record

I spent one more night in the hospital. I've begun to think that maybe I like it here. The aound of the pumps and the diffuse voices checking vitals at three am. My head hurts.

She is impatient and demanding and pious. Why haven't they ..... yet? They broke routine, have forgotten me, didn't change my dressing, brings my meds, towels, warm blankets, warmth and warm blankets are a very big deal these days, the used to bring me warm blankets but they seem to have forgotten that too.

I watched a little football yesterday. The person I was with told me to look at the ceiling. I tried to take a picture of the glad that was a snake or dragon or beast on a Harley that said "brotherhood" across the bottom. I felt sick. I am in the wrong place. This hick town is full of bigots. I am afraid they will run me off or worse, turn me straight, afraid of difference, intolerant.

I think and hope we can go home today. I have a huge project due Monday and the clock stops for no one.