Pointless – Quite an odd feeling. Day 9 into yet another crisis driven hospital stay, with none of my homies bothering to find out if I could use a change of clothes or shoes or deodorant.
Or something along the lines of a friendly face and a few minutes companionship .
Rather cruel as I am already fading fast, battling hard to maintain a fragile mental balance.
There’s no way I can expect to be discharged any time soon or before the hospital registration have satisfied themselves some adequate services can be implemented or there is some kind of team of family and friends stepping up and offering some interim support.
As again it is clear I have nothing and no one at all to fall back on I will need to take stock and then act on my own accord.