Today we were in therapy and it was OK because I got to talk. One time I thought I was still in hospital and I didn’t like it there. But I liked the bed with the button so your head moved. But it was still bad. There was a girl in another bed she had a sore leg. It would never get better she had it since she was little. Anyway. She used to be in a hospital for kids.
Then Arnold was there too but he was in my bag he was so lonely there. He is my dog. He is a toy dog but he is really real. Anyway.
I dreamed Ron came to visit me in the hospital. I was scared and he held my hand. But in real life he visited me in the hospital when I was there but he didn’t hold my hand he had on a leather jacket though.
In hospital you get lots of pills. And then people they are doctors they put you to sleep and then they cut you open and then they sew you back shut again. It doesn’t hurt that much but then you feel tired and you feel sore and you feel scared. But people come to visit also.
Do you like the hospital.
Your friend Ellen