Doctor: “What’s the cause of it?”
Nurse: (Unintelligible)
Doctor: “Whatever’s sad?”

The bay I am in is just across from the nurses station, which seems to make it awkward for them to talk about me freely. Sometimes. Other times, not so much.

The topic of discussion this morning is how extreme people’s reactions can be in the current climate. Exhibit one was the friend of one nurse who had herself and her seven year old son hauled into the principal’s office and given a dressing down because her seven year old son had hugged another seven year old. Who had fallen over.

Exhibit two was one of the nurses’ five year old son, who while painting one day had his shorts pulled down by some girls in his class. Hands full of paint and completely exposed he couldn’t pull his shorts back up before the teacher turned and saw him.

She promptly sent him to the Principal, called his mother, and the school counsellor kindly drew up a behaviour management plan to be implemented at school and home. No questions were asked, no prisoners were taken.

Innocent until proven guilty. Ha. Guilty of innocence more like.

While I sleep I lose you, over and over and over again. Each time I wake it is with a startled disoriented shock. Despite the sleeping tablet I wake several times during the night.

I think I must be a bad person. It is the only thing that makes sense. This is how I feel.

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