STEPHEN KING WAS HERE

Two words – Stephen King.
Creepiest hospital ever.

Creepy elevator music.

AND! Not even kidding. The other day the doors opened and there, on the other side, TWIN GIRLS!
Creeeepy!!!

Creepy corridors.


Creepy metal bug light things.


Yeah, they look real artsy n’ cool until you realize that’s the only light you have walking through the creepy corridors!

Flavorless food.

It looked plastic and tasted like it.

Weird menu.

American comforts???
Ginger citrus chicken breast?? Grilled Tilapia with tropical chutney??
Really??? I hate to break it to ’em but American comfort foods are mac n’ cheese, mashed potatoes n’ gravy, fried chicken, chicken n’ dumplings, grilled cheese n’ tomato soup, NOT ginger, citrus and tropical anything!

Needless-to-say it’s been a busy week for me. I feel like I could drive the roads to the hospital in my sleep. My sister is still in. I was hoping we could bust her out way sooner than this but some things just take time, and as of today, that time will be sometime next week.
Holy cannoli.

In other news, I’m pretty sure I totally fucked up my own personal challenge to complete the ‘September Challenge.’

Kudos to the full-time caregivers of this world. I don’t know how you do what you do.