My crazy thought process on this madness is that I love my personality so much I decided to grow an extra one, mad? But I don’t feel anything other than mad right now.

He has a name, Amos. Several reasons for this but mainly because I am going to be staying at a friends house and her husband hates the soaps that I love. He messaged me saying that Emmerdale and Corrie was going to mash my brain, therefore Amos was from Emmerdale!!! Ridiculous but that is how things are going to be.

I am moved to another ward, this one has 3 young women, the one next to me has obviously been to a 3 day party, she looks like she has partied the hardest but nobody reminded her to deodorise, the polite part of my brain wants to pass her some cleaning products, Amos wants to tell her she fucking stinks! Turns out Amos has got gutter language.

Oh God I accidentally swore at the nurse who wanted to check my blood pressure at 2am, why? I’m not dying yet??? I apologised at 6.30am when I was woken up again for the same thing, sleep in hospital is not the best way to recover apparently.

The girls are here again and our hanging around boredom has them playing with the bed, nobody seems to know which of us is the patient and I feel like I am constantly being force fed hospital food.

I am allowed to leave the hospital today but not until I see the doctor, so with the girls arrival and whole day in the hospital we are hanging around until 6pm to be released and away we run, I am taken to a friends house which will be my home temporarily.