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<strong>my</strong> body. With determination I stomped down the<br />
hallway leaving wet footprints on the tile. Some patients<br />
looked up and others seemed unfazed by this naked man<br />
briskly walking down the hall. This was an uncommon act<br />
in a place where uncommon acts were common.<br />
I was leaving a trail of onlookers behind me. John, a<br />
patient who would later become <strong>my</strong> friend, was standing<br />
just inside his room finishing a nutrition bar when I<br />
passed his doorway. He would later confess to me that all<br />
he saw was “some naked white guy walking down the hall<br />
who looked like he was on a mission.”<br />
I made <strong>my</strong> way to the nurse’s station located at the center<br />
of the ward. I stood in front of the reception window<br />
holding <strong>my</strong> hand towel with both hands in front of me,<br />
water droplets still clinging to <strong>my</strong> hair; I was mad as hell.<br />
I no longer concerned <strong>my</strong>self with procedures, protocol or<br />
the basic manners <strong>my</strong> mother taught me. A rather large<br />
nurse, named Retta, was in the nursing station typing on<br />
a computer and she suddenly stopped. She rolled her eyes<br />
up and saw me standing there through the glass partition<br />
window in distress. The hint of a smirk curved the corner<br />
of her mouth. She took her long pink diamond studded<br />
fingernail and slid the glass window open slowly.<br />
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