The world is turning upside-down as we speak. Tables are meant to be turned, after all, otherwise they might get bored.
It’s rather quiet here in this ER, actually. I was sent here by my DMH case person to get medically checked out, that is, get my blood tested, get an EKG, and whatever else people get in ER’s to see that their bodies are at least going to survive another miserable day. In case you don’t know, eating disorders do a number on a person’s body, and these things have to be looked into to make sure the person, namely me, doesn’t drop dead, right?
I am not dead yet and these words are proof of that. (Actually, don’t believe anything you read on the Internet, okay?)
So they are keeping me here for, like, no reason, overnight. It’s kinda ridiculous. I mean, if I was here overnight having a bone set or getting chemo or getting, you know, something like treatment, that might make sense, but no, I am just being held here against my will, a show of power I guess. They said they’d let me go in the morning. I mean, this delay makes one helluva lotta sense, right?
I worry about my Puzzle. She’s probably really wondering where Mama is. Someone is coming to rescue you, little one. You look so cute in your haircut. You charm the world.