August 04, 2019
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.
Posted by Betty Bishop at 11:49 am