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The skinny nurse was on duty today alongside the brunette with the beauty spot. Big Sid brought breakfasts into the lounge after making sure both doors were locked. The radio played pop music all day with the usual chatter in between. The skinny nurse brought around the medication each in little tubs for each of us. Yiska stood by the window watching the snow. I stood beside her watching it drift heavily on fields and trees a tractor ploughed a field beyond gulls followed in its track. Yiska asked me how I was. I said ****** off waiting for the ECT. She said she was too hated it gave her headache. Me too I said. I wondered how my mother was coping in the snow drift how my siblings were getting to school. Yiska's hand held mine it was soft and warm. What time is the psychiatrist coming? Yiska asked the skinny nurse. Later the nurse said a mindful of information. I sensed the bandage about Yiska's wrist where she'd slit it a few days ago. We stood by the window watching the snow.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
BENNY'S HELLHOLE 1971
The skinny nurse was on duty today alongside the brunette with the beauty spot. Big Sid brought breakfasts into the lounge after making sure both doors were locked. The radio played pop music all day with the usual chatter in between. The skinny nurse brought around the medication each in little tubs for each of us. Yiska stood by the window watching the snow. I stood beside her watching it drift heavily on fields and trees a tractor ploughed a field beyond gulls followed in its track. Yiska asked me how I was. I said ****** off waiting for the ECT. She said she was too hated it gave her headache. Me too I said. I wondered how my mother was coping in the snow drift how my siblings were getting to school. Yiska's hand held mine it was soft and warm. What time is the psychiatrist coming? Yiska asked the skinny nurse. Later the nurse said a mindful of information. I sensed the bandage about Yiska's wrist where she'd slit it a few days ago. We stood by the window watching the snow.
A YOUTH IN A PSYCHAITRIC UNIT IN 1971
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TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
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