2 HELLS & 1 UTOPIA

74th Comment! Injection. Friday the 19/Sept/2014 It was 5pm and I was on the hospital phone to my partner. This was one day after the drinking session. There were four big security lads walking around and I figured that someone was in trouble but I did not expect it to be me. I asked the nurse for the pay phone number which I got, so that my partner and I can talk privately (as if that’s possible either). The nurse told me, whilst on the phone, 'Sorry DJ, but hang up, you’re going back to Hell ward'. Let's recap on events now. There where four of us who were allowed to go to the music room and together we were starting a band, just for fun – it was the best fifteen minutes of fun in a month. There were another four of us that were friends and together we were a group of eight patients, all around age 25 – 40 years old. We had a lot of fun together. The 8 of us were all in there for the wrong reasons. Seriously though, you know my story and Stones story. The lady in Pink was tagged by her husband/ex-husband. One eyed Willy rang the police so many times to say that there are drug dealers in his street and eventually the police got tired of him and sent him in to this place, a few others in our group I’m not so sure about their history, but they were very harmless and the girl was diagnosed with bi polar, but she always seemed a very positive person when I saw her. There were another 100 patients or more in there all scattered in different wards that may of needed to be in there, I don’t know. So there we were, beautiful sunny day, Stone was telling us the story that he went crazy after being trapped in Hell, took off all his clothes and ran for the fence trying to climb it and was taken back by security. There was another girl in our group that said she did the very same thing, they had a few things to talk about. The lady in Pink loved dressing people up with makeup and she asked me a few times could she put makeup on me. I rang my friend Burger and asked him to come visit and bring the purple suit I have at home. He couldn’t believe the fun we were having when he arrived, I think he wanted to sign himself in, wasn’t easy for him on the outside. So within a couple of hours, I had the purple suit on, the lady in Pink had makeup all over me like David Bowie and we had the music playing and it was a good laugh, we were all happy in Utopia ward. All the patients were listening to Stone and me and they made us the ringleaders of the madhouse group. We were having a lot of fun and then we said we should get some drink. So Stone went off with my bankcard and purchased about 3 bottles of Bourbon, smuggled it in and we sat there to the observers, drinking coke, but to us, getting hammered on Bourbon. It was the best night in there. Patients were up dancing to the music, in the outside area, still enclosed by big walls but a sort of small park area. Life was sweet; a great moment was lived and great memories to hold onto. But it all changed the next day. A few of the nurses said to me that they were going to throw me out for this. I said great, this is great news, wahoo! But then they decided on other options. This day, two girls were sent to different hospitals. ‘One eyed Willy’ got a Liverpool kiss off Stone the night before and ‘One Eyed Willy’ became ‘Free Willy!’ This same day – every five minutes, nurses were knocking on my door, they injected me with a needle of chemicals into the arm. Even though I had a written note on my door all day saying, 'Sleeping now – Do not disturb, Thank you!' This note seemed to attract every man, woman, nurse and doctor to my room. I'm just not allowed to sleep; it seems to be part of the process of breaking a man. I did not like the new injection set up and I explained that if I'm running a small hotel or construction business, I cannot be seen, to be 'banging up' on the job, it just does not look professional! The nurse said, 'The last three days, we gave you medication to see if your body reacted to this injection and it didn't!' I said, 'Oh no!' 'Why Oh no DJ?' she replied. I said, 'I never took any of those rabbit poo tabs and spat them out in the plants area, can you phone an ambulance?' The Nurse laughed and said, 'Ok, we’re in a hospital, so we don't need an ambulance, but I'll check on you every 10 minutes to see if all is ok!' An hour later, I was then sent to Hell ward yet again.