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Days 1 - 3
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Days 4 - 5
I finally started adjusting to my new environment and communicating with the other people there. I started writing less about how much I missed my mom and more about the people there and what activities we were doing."She likes Good Charlotte. Gross! I'm definitely gaining weight from the Risperdal."
Days 6-7
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Days 9-10
I went back to trash-talking the other patients in my journal and after a few days of good behavior, I was finally granted a "pass," which meant I could participate in gym and eat in the hospital cafeteria with patients from all the other wards. "Gym" wasn't exactly the reward I was hoping for but I concluded it was still nice to get outside even if it meant exercising.The hospital was directly across from the shopping mall I went to growing up and I could see it on the walk to the gym. Most of the mall was obstructed by trees but the glowing facade of the Cheesecake Factory was in plain view. "I've never been to the Cheesecake Factory but Rachel said their salads are good. She's never had their cheesecake." I would've done just about anything for a Santa Fe Salad in that moment but instead I had to go play dodgeball with my fellow patients. In my journal I refer to seeing the Cheesecake Factory multiple times, as though it were some kind of beacon representing freedom and the outside world."I'm not in the mood for bitches right now."
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