August 04, 2019

A few days later Wayne called Admissions One

A few days later Wayne called Admissions One [that is where I was living] and requested I be allowed to go to a function in the Alcoholics Cottage [that is where he was living]. I was allowed to go but the memory is vague - dancing with a very ill man who smelled of hospital drugs. Soon I was allowed to leave the hospital on my own and Wayne led me to a single bed hidden in some bushes down by the lake. We were preparing to use this bed when he spotted a guy watching us with binoculars! We got out of there fast. Did the hospital plant this bed to see what their patients were up to? I will never know and neither will you. In any case I reported the bed to my psychiatrist the next time I saw him. He didn’t seem surprised.

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