Chapter sixteenPepper–
Some people just can’t take “No” for an answer.
I just spent almost a month strapped down to a bed while the quacks tried to put Humpty Dumpty back together again. I think when I get some money again I’m going to go have cracks tattooed on my head.
My days had somewhat of a pattern to them, though. Wake up. Go crazy. Get drugs. Sleep. Repeat as necessary. Routine is such a comfort sometimes.
I think I understand another bit of what you went through now. When I was finally able to talk again and could organize my lunatic ravings, the nurses weren’t impressed by my dissertations on free will and unlawful imprisonment. In fact they were downright amused. Sheesh. At least gulags have better food.
But eventually when the seizures stopped they let me sit up and watch
