Me@TheMadhouse: Fever Hallucinations and Algebra

Hi there,

Yesterday I’ve been hallucinating like hell… It was totally creepy and I had no idea what was causing it. The walls and floor wobbled, everything sounded deformed,… Just creepy. Apparently I had 40° fever…

Now I’m in my bed, still with fever and a horrible headache. Last night I had a new Algebra Attack, making me wander through the corridors apparently mumbling stuff about the uncertainty principle and the commutativity of Abelian Groups. (Or so I heard). Luckily my new room is so close to the nurse’s room I didn’t get the chance to wander off very far.
I just went to see the head psychiatrist (the one “above” the one that usually treats me) in my pajamas. For the record, those are white with a strange pattern of purple and pink flowers. They used to belong to my mother. *sigh*
Anyway, the woman told me I will have my diagnosis on Friday. Thursday is the staff meeting in which they’ll discuss my case, and Friday I will hear the verdict.
I’m nervous!

My mother thought she could make use of the situation (me being feverish and sedated) to try and get me home sooner. I don’t blame her, it’s exactly what I would do too if I was her. But it didn’t avail; even ill my psychotic pill head works good enough to defend itself…
Ah well. I have picked colors for my room. My home-room, I mean. Red and grey. I might add blue accents, to make it all more fitting into my color scheme… I do like thinking about how I’ll change my room. it’s a bit of a new start. It will be painful to remove all the physics from my room, but eventually it WILL have to happen.

All I am currently capable of is sleeping. Even typing this journal costs me a tremendous effort, just to keep my attention focussed. Guess I’ll leave it to this for now; I have nothing more to say and my head hurts too much to concentrate any longer.

Love and Happy Pi-Day,
QP

EDIT: Don’t ever get sick in a mental hospital. Sounds bizarre? Well, apparently feverish or not, I MUST go to all my appointments! WHY?! I lie in my bed, barely conscious, and they come poke me up to shower and get weighed, and they bombard me with appointments to go to the Clinical Diagnosis Department and to see the psychiatrist and stuff… SO I have only one advice: DO NOT GET SICK IN THE MADHOUSE (they treat you awfully)