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Rage

I don't know how to begin. But I'm just engulfed with raging fumes upon hearing what the doctor said this morning. Fucking a million more operations to go thru, and another scar to add to my body.

Fucking every time the same thing happens. Am I just a lab rat to the doctors here? I don't know if I can trust these doctors anymore. Neither do I want to trust anyone else. This is utter bullshit. I should have recovered long ago. But its not happening. I don't give a fuck about riding a bike immediately when i recover. I just wanna what normal sane human beings would do.

Been staying in the hospital too long that now, I totally abhor being with the elderly. I need to get out of this ward soon. I cannot cope with my mental and emotional state. Seeing people without legs, hands, unable to control their bowels and eat on their own. I don't want to grow old and become like them. Its good to die young.

The bed feels horrible. My spine is about to crack any moment. Sleeping on a cardboard box would be better anyday. The fan seems to be powered by one hamster running on the mill. Its impossibly slow. The room is horrible. It literally smells like SHIT. And the food tastes like the latter.

There is practically nothing in this ward worth staying for. I hope I can be discharged tomorrow. I can't endure this pain and suffering anymore. Please be negative on the MRSA culture test. Otherwise I'd rather be put to sleep.

posted by Oli Chi @ 12:36 PM