The urge to pace the hall way is overwhelming. First I shuffle down to one end, then turn and shuffle back. I am obliviouse to everything except the need to be going some where. At intervals throughout the day nurses stop me, they coax me into taking my meds, (they call them a cocktail). After the short interuption I continue on my way. I will do this for another week.

I was starting to become aware of my suroundings. I must have built up a tolerance to the meds. "It was cold". I mean really really cold! I pulled the blanket up over my head with the hope that my breath would help warm it up. Why was it so cold? My teeth were chattering. I couldn't stop shivering. I got out of bed and walked to the door. I needed another blanket. "GET BACK IN YOU'RE ROOM"! (That was the desk nurse behind the protective glass of the staff room.) I stammered that I was cold and that I needed another blanket, my teeth were still chattering. The nurse looked at me and rolled her eyes. I will see what I can do, after my report, but everyone is only allowed one blanket each. I went back into my room. It was just starting to get light. I walked over to the window and watched the sun rise. If I stood way over in the left corner, I could just make out the sun starting to come up. I never saw the nurse or got another blanket.