MORE notes scribbled in haste

Part two of Notes scribbled in haste

My assigned therapist at the ER said I’m beyond repair,
To take these pills to null the pain of my problematic mind,
The seizure’s effects wore off after I gave up fighting off nurses,
I was afraid of needles at the time and an IV fell into that category,
So a note was written in the shrink’s notepad,
“Psych Evaluation diagnosis: patient must be admitted to the hospital for psychiatric treatment until further notice.”
I just left the week before and now I have to go right back to the psych ward,
When they brought me in on the stretcher to the day room,
The other patients looked up for a moment before they realized I wasn’t anything special,
But it was different this time around,
I wasn’t afraid enough to cower in my room anymore,
I stepped off the platform and sat right down next to the others,
A note was scribbled in haste on the whiteboard:
“Name: Sufian, Gender: Male,
room #: 23, Assigned therapist: Laura.”
So I guess it wasn’t total indiscretion,
Confidentiality prevented the staff members from writing more on the board,
Like why I was admitted this time,
Seizure due to drug overdose,
Failed suicide attempt chickened out at the last moment,
I was just gonna try again once I was released but where was I gonna live?
I scared my grandma half to death,
I remember pulling the emergency cord when I lost complete control of my body’s movement,
She came busting in and wondered what was happening,
I told her to call 9-1-1 but she didn’t know what I was saying,
Nieve-uno-uno, Nieve-uno-uno!
That she understood,
the ambulance came soon after but I was too heavy to lift onto the stretcher,
You’re a big boy. You gotta get on this stretcher yourself.
The woman told me but I just struggled to say I was seizing,
I brought myself back to the present but it was easier to stay in the past,
No one loved me anymore in the present,
A staff handed everyone an itinerary for the day:
“9-10am: group therapy
10:11am: relaxation group
11:12noon: recreational activities
12-12:30pm: Lunch
12:30-2pm: staff transition ALL PATIENTS MUST STAY IN THEIR ROOMS…”
To this day I’m against group therapy cus I prefer one-to-one,
The other patients don’t need to know my business,
For what? So they can use it against me somehow?
The two hour window from noon to two was the only thing I looked forward to now,
Relaxation group introduced guided meditation,
But I wasn’t ready for that quite yet,
My thoughts were racing and I was worrying about where I was going to live,
Perhaps it would be easier to go in and out of psych wards for the remainder of my life,
I eventually met my assigned therapist and I told her everything,
I didn’t care about being vulnerable anymore,
She seemed like a reliable confidant,
But I was wrong,
Eventually during the second week I was there she gave up on me,
She said I frustrated her and therapy would never work for me,
Depression turned to anger,
Why the fuck did you waste my time then?!
I yelled at the top of my lungs,
After that I felt something inside me die forever,
All my sadness morphed into rage,
I began to flip out and get restrained everyday until one day I got visitors,
My current therapist I still have as I’m typing this post and the head of a transitional home met with me,
I agreed to become a part of DMHAS and to live at the transition home for I didn’t have any other choice,
A pleasant note from a roommate I met there is still in my possession:
“I’m so glad we’re friends. Everyone here is on their own journey. I find it easier to make friends in the system. Do you agree?”
Yes. I definitely agree.

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Xrotica

What a long day at work! All I want to do is crawl onto our futon and do things to you that wouldn’t occur in any Pixar film. It’s such a turn on as I watch you put on that lustful grin you do. My work clothing is thrown into our laundry bag. You must wait until I’m done bathing… but you can’t wait, can you? You got this craving to join as warm, soothing liquid fills our bathtub. Slapping my ass to show that this bath is not a solo mission. I pour in liquid soap and any shampoo that was still in our bathroom. You can’t stop touching my body for anything. Finally it was okay to hop in. My man took off his pajama bottoms and slowly transitions his body until I join him on an opposing half of our bathtub. My body parts rub against his in ways that’s causing him to moan. Smiling from across, my man starts to position his manhood towards my ass. Playfully first until I know just how big his dick is. Straight guys don’t know about this. Splashing soon occurs. Our bathroom rug is in ruin. Subconsciously I groan loudly. My man thinks it’s his doing but it’s not. I’m mad. Now I gotta look forward to scrubbing our bathroom floor following his climax. So I allow this anal play to go on. I throw my thoughts astray. All I want is right now.

If you haven’t guessed it, I just completed the Allergic to “E” challenge. Now it’s your turn.

The rules of are as follows:

Write a whole paragraph (a paragraph sounds easy right?) without any word containing the letter “e” (still easy for ya?)
By reading this you are already signed up.
Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge.
They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.

That’s it! I nominate everyone who reads this post but to ensure it’s survival here are a few names I’m putting forth just in case.

Amy
inspiredbythedivine1
Network Nerds
Daisy
TOpoet

Again, you have 24 hours or you fail. Anyone also not on the list but still somehow came across this post are automatically entered for the challenge. Good luck, my fallen angels!

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