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

Consultant, had a ten minute chat with me at the ward
round on Friday, left my medication at 100mg depot every
fortnight, due that same day, with the usual 1200 mg
lithium at night, and gave me half an hour of escorted
leave. A week later that amount of escorted leave was
doubled to one hour, and I was taken with another
patient, from the West Midlands, who like lots of the
patients was very manic, to admire the large local pet
shop. However, I only just scraped in twenty minutes of
my leave that evening after repeated requests to take it.
Until a kind black nurse called Felix took me to the bank
machine down Blackheath hill, and luckily I thought ‘leave
looks hard to take here!’ and as it turned out I got no
leave for several days after that. So I stocked up with a
large supply of tobacco and enough soft drinks for several
days. This lasted until I started getting properly given
leave as late as the next Tuesday, the next ward round,
and complained enough about my last several days with
no leave despite it being given on Friday. Every few days
we did art therapy, and that first Friday involved painting
designs on t-shirts. My own design, of my college chapel,
was on display as the ‘best effort’ in the meeting room
during the ward round that same first Friday afternoon,
and caught the doctors’ eyes. They thought I was a good
artist!
5. I had been made a Professor by Helen-Marie under an
Italian Law in the course of ‘Doctor Police!’ and later chose
‘Power Engineering’ as my subject! So for the first time, I
decided to make a nurse there a Professor too! I duly
called this black German charge nurse, Osric, ‘Professor’
or ‘Herrn Professor’ for twenty four hours – then told him
– “Jetzt bist du Herrn Professor von
Hauptkrankenbruderkeit”! (Now you are a Professor of
‘being a male charge nurse’!!!)
6. The smoking room seemed to be strangely placed – at the
far end of the long corridor comprising the ward from the
office and most nurses – until I soon guessed that the two
large convex mirrors at the top upper corners at the far
end from the door of the smoking room – must have
hidden cameras! I put this theory to the test in a blatant
way, and turning away from the cameras once alone in the
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