I had an overnight stay in my local hospital and met some absolutely lovely nurses. Their kindness inspired me to tell the tale of Debbie. I can’t in good conscience call Debbie a nurse, because nurses have souls. So we shall just call her Debbie.
Four things are relevant to this particular malicious compliance.
- I have dentures
- I have had a Vertical Sleeve Gastrectomy (surgical removal of 80% of stomach)
- I am unable to drink plain water, hot or cold
- Mental Hospitals are not places where mentally well people stay
So the scene is, I am in hospital for an unscheduled psych admission. This means I am not armed with my usual bottle of sugar free cordial and other little comforts that I would normally bring with me. Not having my things makes me uncomfortable, psych wards can be very bleak, and Debbie and I had a minor run in prior to this tale, when I asked for a pencil sharpener so I could sharpen the coloured pencils in the day room - I had been told to go and find something to do, I chose to draw, all of the pencils were broken but giving me a sharpener (or sharpening them herself) was me just being picky.
via @notiun
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