Pandamoanium

Gallows

My blog posts are necessarily short these days because all I have with me in this hospital is a phone, and that doesnt give much scope for epic essays. At 2pm today I have the psych teleconference at which my fate will be decided. I feel like I am being led to the gallows. They will finally realise how insane I really am and send me down to the Big House for good. I want to barf. I want to scream, I want to bargain with the devil.  Anything, so I can stay here and get better. I ventured outside

Incarcerated

I am a "voluntary" patient in my local country hospital. I say voluntary, but should I try to leave, I will be detained and moved to the Big House With Locked Doors. I have no idea how long I am here. A teleconference with a psychiatrist from The Big House has been ordered, but that will happen whenever. I cant leave till my meds are stable, til I can function. And that isnt now.

While I'm Down Here You May As Well Get The Boot In

You know you've done something right when you get a hater. It means you've told the truth. The only hater I've had up til this morning was a loooong time ago, back in the day of companies taking your content, republishing and getting ad revenue for it. I objected, as I am wont to do. I got a response - from the company I "named and shamed" - saying that I was a whore and my son was the son of a whore. Charming. But not unexpected. They had a lot of emotional investment in what I brought to th