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I am told not to write. It is stressful, and bad on these eyes, and tires out the arms and fingers. They want to keep this body in hospital for another 30 days...they call it observation. What will they observe?

There is so much for me to observe still. Why do they want to do this? I want to run away from this bed with it's green sheets and tilting ends. Turn a crank and it lifts up on the head-side. Turn another crank and it lifts up on the feet side. Nurse visits every morning, and more. Urinating through a tube...blood through my forearm. A device, an adapter, with two openings, one perpendicular to the other, one with a pink lid the other with a white one, the needle of the thing, invisible, but certainly there. I can feel it go along the arm back towards the upper arm, under the skin. She comes and injects things into the arm with a needle-less syringe through one of the holes.

Sleepy. Must be the drugs. Maybe I need oxygen....

That is better. This oxygen tube is thin. It has two holes with horn like smaller tubes coming up slightly into the nostrils. The tube goes around the head, behind the ears. Feels like glasses...

Still sleepy. Will go now. I hope this gets posted. Sending it handwritten to a cyber to be posted... bye for now.