They think I'm looney tunes, wacko, out to brunch, cuckoo, off the wall, mentally ill. Well, I'm not but I suppose you won't believe me either. I'm on assignment, doing an investigative piece for a magazine on psychiatric accommodation, disguised as a patient. I faked severe OCD, dangerously obsessive thoughts, where I felt I was going to harm someone else. I handed myself in. It was a grand performance" I, I, I can't stand it anymore doc, I think I'm gonna do myself in but what's worse is, I think I'm gonna harm someone else, my boss, colleagues, partner, strangers on the street. It's got me by the short and curlies sir!"
This place is dead-set Cuckoo's Nest, with a Nurse Ratchet clone to boot. What an evil *****! The tricky part is they want me swallow medicine. 90% of the time, I can hide it under my tongue and spit it out later but occasionally they''ll go "Frank, make sure you swallow, dear. that's a good boy!" It knocks me out for hours. I don't mind it actually. Serokwell, they call it. Anyway, I gotta get out of here soon, before it kills my motivation altogether.
This place is full of doped up desperados and sad cases. Decent people in the main but screwed by their illnesses and mostly lifelong customers of the system. More like slaves really.
Now you're gonna find the next part weird. I certainly do. I can't contact my boss. Number must've changed and the email address too. I'm stuck in here indefinitely. It aint hell but the thought of being here eternally, freaks me out! What the ****! Now you are starting to doubt me aren't you? You think I'm delusional! that I'm really a patient who's tripping! Who thinks he's someone else!
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