Page 366 - Under the Cover of Darkness

I’ve got no chance. Gutted really xxx

9 May 2015 —
Well, there you go I just literally cried my fucking eyes up.
What a "girl" Starting again frooooommmmm.............
now. It feels like a sort of shock having a piece of your
body completely removed. Especially such a defining part
- and one of a pair of parts lol!

9 May 2015 —
RANT WARNING! The term "God given right" came
into its own while I was enduring my stay on ward 18
when I wondered WHY the effing HELL it’s OK for a
Vicar to walk, unquestioned onto a ward of vulnerable
patients and go "bed to bed" bothering them?! I was in a
"Bay" - basically a room of about 6 beds, doors closed,
and nurses outside the room. All of us either had massive
difficulty getting up and out of bed OR COULDNT at
all and I watched, literally in horror as this bloke in jeans,
a shirt and a small, white rectangle in his collar (which
apparently gives you some kind of carte blanche
immunity from any social boundaries) made his way 1 by
1 to each of the 3 ladies opposite me. He helped himself
to the seat next to their bed - while they were clearly lying
down and trying to rest and be quiet and just began
talking at them. I think he subjected each one to about a
10 or 15 minute assault of the ears about the church and
god and various stuff about himself and his life and his
family and his experiences - (NONE of which was
fascinating). The youngest woman, well a teenage girl,
looked like she was absolutely squirming and being
subjected to some sort of "on the spot" interview. Then I