This is me when I'm not doing the stuff for my regular blog. That means not necessarily as careful, not necessarily as able to do things, lots of things could be different than usual. I don't do trigger warnings, and I have genuine well thought out reasons that aren't just some kind of callous BS.
I think I literally spent days staring in that vague direction. And not making any sense of it at all, considering what I remember happening, versus what’s in the photo. I can remember when I sort of realized I was in a hospital room, but that was a long time after I was moved here. (From the time I was moved there onward, I basically stared up the IV pole except when I slept. I think I remember my bed flying, too. Hospitals are weird places to be delirious. Which is actually, aside from sickness, why they have such a high delirium rate. They actually promote delirium and don’t do anything to stop it, except if the person gets violent or sometimes ICUs have a policy about it. But most hospital wards don’t. Which is very bad.)
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