I’m here. I’m in hospital. I’m being good and going to groups despite the worst withdrawal symptoms. I feel like hell. I am doing this though. I’m so fucking polite. I’m not arguing with staff. I’m an airy fairy flower child. People actually like me. My loved ones are encouraging. The staff are kind.
MEGA TRIGGER WARNING!
No trigger warning. Everything he is just great and fine and wonderful.
Pleasant, cooperative and oh so kind. I’m a fucking lovely patient.