Well, what the hell.

I over worked a week ago and aggravated my old C-6 fracture, and it started really hurting, a lot ! So, I took some pain killers along with the antibiotics for a bladder infection and that made me sick. From there, things just went down hill until I was in agony and complaining bitterly.

I finally broke down Saturday night and went to the VA Hospital and they put me in the Psych ward. It's cheaper for them and safer for me. Sunday at breakfast, this guy, the big strong handsome type that I like started hitting on me, and I liked it, um a lot. He was definitely turning my face big time. We made plans to go out, and I started to think about what it would be like with him. MMMMMMM.

Monday morning He was absent. They decided to release me. Just as I was leaving, I saw him sitting in a separate area with the doors locked, and looking really disheveled. One of the other residents said that he had popped last night. :(

I suppose thinking of him as a boy friend was not to be.