Tyger, Tyger! burning bright, in the forests of the night. What mortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Life goes on. I have no time for anything. I also have been looking at tigers lately.

*is boring*

you have never seen your town until you have seen it through the back of an ambulance.

I have been discharged, and the future isn't very clear any more. My arms are covered in bruises and glue. I'm still scared out of my fucking mind.

Anything will do.

Well, I've been at the hospital for nearly a week. It looks a bit like a nursing home, except all the doorknobs are funny so you can't hang yourself on them. I was put with the kids because the adolescent side is full. They're all a little weird and a few are pleasant, but since these three new ones came in they're all fighting every hour of the day and the noise is unbearable. It's also a teaching hospital, so med students are always following me and asking questions. I have retaliated by interrogating the crap out of every one. They leave me alone afterwards.

I'm still only taking prozac, but I'm getting a decent dosage now.
I was out on leave yesterday and had a great visit with my mom. Today I am out again, and I'll just be hanging out at home and generally just taking a break from all the fun of the hospital.

This morning I freaked out in my dad's car and had to go to the hospital. They said it might be the fluoxetine that Dr. Hupp prescribed. I've come home briefly to pack and rest a while. Dr. Morgan and Dr. Hupp say I should go to a hospital in the city for anywhere from a few days to a week, or more. I'm calmer now, but I calmed down sometimes the last time this happened. My dad hasn't done a very good job of talking up the hospital - he's told me that I shouldn't be offended if they ask for my shoelaces and that they might not let me keep my pencils on account of them being sharp.

I'm leaving around 3 this afternoon. I don't think Joe's coming with us, because he only knows that I'm leaving. I assume no one told him why. I hope this place as is good as Dr. Morgan said, because I feel like hiding under the sink.

I'll be back when I get back. Ta.

Back in school this Monday. I am going to die in the morning with the way I've been sleeping in the afternoon and crap like that. I also STILL haven't written my Grapes of Wrath paper. Which is due in two days. I also had about the entire second quarter to do this. Hooray for procrastination!

My mom is back in the hospital, with fevers and breathing problems again. They can't do breathing treatments anywhere but the hospital, and she's improving. They make us wear gloves, caps, and gowns when we go to visit, because someone messed up and thought she was vulnerable to some special infection. She isn't, but they just have to mention it once for the gowns to be required.

Despite school and the hospital, life hasn't been going too bad.