Me@TheMadhouse: Tests, Amnesia and a Stalker

Hi there my dear followers, it is time for the review of my day at the madhouse! Multiple days actually, because it has been quite some time since the last time I did a review. A lot has happened. To begin with the good news: my tests have finally started, so in three weeks I should hear the doctor’s final judgement on my mental state. Testing is one tough cookie though… Starting at 9 am, ending at 6 pm, only one hour lunch break. It’s a battle of exhaustion, slaying with my pen through hoards of stupid questions. Because I love sharing a joke, I will give you the literal (I mention it so you won’t think I’m fooling you) text of some of the questions, to be answered with AGREE or DISAGREE. Be amazed…

• You are being possessed by evil spirits on a regular basis.
• Actually, you are just way more important than most other people.
• In the past, people have multiple times tried to stab you in the back. (metaphorical)
• You feel strongly attracted to other people’s personal possessions.

To speak about euphemisms. And understatements. And just plain silly questions. I have filled in more than 1000 of these, and I’m only in my third day of testing. 3 more weeks of this to go!

Then, something bizarre happened to me yesterday. I have a gap of four hours in my memory. I remember only walking to the kitchen to get my plate at 12:00, feeling very derealized, and then there’s nothing, until I wake up in my bed at 16:00. I have had derealization before, but never with such loss of memory. Also, I wasn’t unconscious or anything during that time, although very absent-minded, and falling sleep all the time. (At least, that’s what I heard later on.) Anyone having had similar experiences?

Then, I also have a stalker. A STALKER. Yes, my dear followers, in my slightly split personality my cute side has been too flirty, my cynical side too funny, my sadist side too sexy… And the result is that I have a stalker. I considered him an interesting experiment of mine, but now he’s annoying the hell outta me… Good Advice From The Psychotic Mind: when in a madhouse, NEVER EVER, start an affectionate relationship -no matter what kind- with a fellow patient. I am a fucking nutcase and even that doesn’t chase this type away…

Anyway, so far things have been going in the Madhouse! I wish you all the best, have fun, do naughty things, eat cupcakes, and above all… celebrate insanity!

Love, QP