The bus decided to make a couple of trips to the city before he dropped us off at our destination. We were pretty late.
We got a bracelet with a QR-code (I hate those damn things!) so we could unlock our safe and get back out. Later more on that subject.
I had to let my glasses in my bag. I was as blind as a bat, like a painting of Monet became everything.
‘Look at that cute teacher,’ my therapist said with a boyish machismo.
‘I can’t see her; I see barely a halve meter in front of me.’
‘I pity, she is beautiful.’
The shower was short, and I like that, showering in public bathrooms makes me feel dirty.
Then we jumped in the water. I started kicking with my feet like a mad man. I got a bit of water in my mouth. Disgusting. We did a couple of laps; I was a real snail.
Then we played a game throwing rings at each other. Through my limited vision I saw not where I was throwing that thing too, to despair of my fellow players. It sunk to the bottom also, and I can’t dive properly so I picked it up with my feet.
Eventually my therapist and I played a game who of us could hold his breath the longest under water. My smoking lungs did good, and I beat my therapist. He was shocked.
The clothing closet wouldn’t shut properly so I stripped naked in anticipation of someone passing along and seeing me in all my glory. Luckily this didn’t happen.
But the real shit was that my code didn’t work anymore. I couldn’t leave the building. I crawled on my belly under a tourniquet.
It felt like “Escape from Alcatraz”.
To make things worse, the bus driver was a testosterone driven jerk who have one of the patients a proper scolding because he didn’t want to pay. Today it was free for everyone. The bus driver must have been too late in the morning briefing.
At last, we got to the clinic where we ate our mediocre meal and popped or sedating pills.
I am going to pass on our next visit. A nice walk seems more appealing. My roommate said however that didn’t also go like planned; They got lost, an older patient couldn’t walk no more, someone was sent to the hospital after a wheelchair. When he arrived, it was time to go back.
Therapy is nice in theory.