Comments: What to do About the Old Folks' Prisons
I have so many nightmares about hospitals.
Most of the nightmares are about Children's Hospital, where, in all, I was hospitlized for nearly a year. In those dreams, just how it really happened, I am screaming and screaming, running and running, trying so desperatley to get out of hell, but then all these staff members come, hold me down, and give me injections. No!!! You don't understand!!! No one understands!!! Just get me out of here!!! Get me the hell out of here!!! No!!! And then, when the restraint if finally through, I, exhausted, crash on my bed, begging G-d to simply let me die. But then, the next day, it begins all over again: Screaming and screaming, running and running...never, ever to end.
Then I have other dreams about UCLA Medical Center, where I was treated for about three months. Those dreams are tamer...but not by much. For in those, instead of running, I'm locked up. And not just locked up a little bit, but locked in prison. Just how it really happened, I am kept in a solitary room, all by myself for days and days, weeks and weeks, never ever to join the others. And I'm just locked up, and I can't get out, and I want so badly to get out, and I can't get out, and I will never get out.
And then I have dreams about hosptials I've never been a pateint at such as Harborview and Western State. I don't quite remember them so well, but it's also the same thing -- screaming, running, locked up. It's bad man.
I'm never going back to the hosptial as long as I live.
Posted by Gwen Davis at October 24, 2005 05:37 PM