I do remember you vaigly, Heather, but the drugs have obviously wiped my memory.
The ward was utter smeg. You have no rights, no freedom of any kind and no say in your life. You have nothing to do for 8 hours a day, must 'sleep' for 9 hours a day and the other 7 are spent in theropy, school or being force-fed horse poop. Each day is exactly the same as the last.
The only bit of fun I have was because you're psycho-analysed on every movement I smuggled in some sugar, hypered myself up each day, made a rambo headband out of newspaper and rolled all over the ward zapping people.
I was a 'character'