I've had two separate four day stints in hospital, and on both occasions I was due to be discharged in the morning, and decided quite late at night that I had to leave now. On the first occasion, I went out in scrub bottoms and my nightshirt because I didn't even have clothes to go home in. And I also desperately needed Captain Crunch, which I ate three bowls in a row of, despite the fact that I hadn't really eaten it before, nor have I eaten it since. Hospitals are weird.
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Date: 2015-04-13 10:35 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!