NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

coffee and drink a juice - and have a cigarette - she was sat on
my sofa, lecturing me! ‘Give me all your PRN medication –
now!’ to which I flatly refused, of course… ‘O’Sullivan wants to
see you next Monday before you are discharged!’ The lecture
continued as I went into the toilet and only half managed to
shut the door on her tirade before realising she had woken me
up so very rudely while I was seriously ill with a stomach bug
or even food poisoning – for I had a vicious attack of diaorrea.
So when I called out to her to ‘leave me alone you utter bitch, I
have got diaorrea’, she said in typically stuffy temperamental
‘CPN from Aggressive Out-retch team’ fashion - just like Josie
on Saturday, ‘nobody calls me a bitch!’ and left the flat abruptly
– with me still on the toilet with diarroea! I then promptly had
violent nausea and vomiting all over the kitchen floor, and felt
desperately ill, so returned to bed – for a further amazing 19
hours on top of my 14 hours since 10pm last night – only
waking up very groggily at 10am on Tuesday!
On top of that there were several unwanted harassments that
afternoon and night. Firstly the loan company I had found on
the Internet on Friday kept on and on sending me the same
repetitive text message, which I heard ringing but could not
reply to or even read until the next day – but the rings every
five minutes for an hour while I was trying to get some sleep
were a real harassing annoyance! Then Julie rang about four
pm, as ever going on and wingeing about money. When she
rang again I just had to tell her I was in bed very ill and put the
phone down. I had the whole evening, night and till 10am
Tuesday asleep – but the cat made my fitful slumbers very
stressful indeed by banging on the letterbox to go out louder
than she ever has – at the ungodly hour of 4am!
Tuesday and Wednesday I felt much drained, and went to the
ward on Tuesday evening as well as the ward round as usual
the next day – specifically to complain furiously about the
arrogance and harassment of the Aggressive Out-retch Team!
The next day, still feeling weak, at the ward round I was told
that contrary to what I had been told – so I thought - a week
ago at the CPA meeting, there was to be no discharge yet, but
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