After lunch some of the patients, including Jena line up to go for a walk outside in the hospital grounds. My nurse says I am not allowed to go outside yet because they want to evaluate me more first, but I will probably be able to go out tomorrow.

I explain that I wouldn’t want to go out anyway like this. I’d be too embarrassed going out wearing this. It’s the middle of summer and the weather has been very beautiful.

Just before they come back for their walk a new patient comes in yelling and running around. “What did you put me in here for!!” he stands in the game room yelling and shaking his fists. The nurse just looks at him and loudly says, “It’s gonna be OK!” He rants about how he doesn’t belong here and they had no right to lock him in here and demands to know why he is here.

My heart goes out to him because I can understand.

As he is ranting and raving the other patients come in and just glance at him.

He starts to calm down and I approach him cautiously and I say “Hi. I don’t understand why I’m here either.”

He rants to me about this hospital being “mad”. He is extremely angry so it is hard for me to get his story, but apparently he was dragged into an ambulance against his will and they stripped him and changed him into the hospital clothes we’re all forced to wear before throwing him in this ward.

Apparently they don’t make him wear a shock device, I don’t know why.

At supper time we have turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and green beans. Just like every meal it is like it came from a 5 star restaurant. I talk to my wife and I also spend some time talking with the other patients.

Around 9:30 at night we all relax and get ready for bed. I have a different nurse now because they changed shifts.

I get some toothpaste and a toothbrush and brush my teeth inside the little bathroom connected to the bedroom. After I’m done I go lay down in bed. Right after this my nurse shows up with a pill in a cup and a cup of water.

“Patient John, come take your pill.”

I walk over to her and ask, “What is it?”

“It’s just something to help you relax.”

“What if I refuse?”

“Then we will give it to you in a shot.”

I reluctantly take the pill and wash it down with the water.

I lay down on the bed and my wife in the other bed says, “You should have the right to refuse.” She agrees with me that that was not right for them to give me medication against my will.

She then asks if she can lay in my bed with me. I tell her I don’t think they would allow that.

She responds, “Ask”

So I step out the door, the nurse scolds, “Get back in your room.”

I then ask her, “My roommate Jena is my wife, is it OK for her to sleep in my bed with me.”

“Yeah, sure that’s fine.” she replies with a tone that says it’s no big deal.

So my wife climbs in bed with me and we both hold each other under the covers.

A few minutes later she asks if we can have sex. I decline because I don’t feel comfortable doing it here.

I feel happy being with her and cuddled up in bed with her. We soon fall asleep.