#pnuemonia

uhh

bassically i have pneumonia..

coughcough

and tell me why im still in this fuckass school

12.11.19: The Independent carried this headline:

“pneumonia putting a child in hospital every 10 minutes”

A Save the Children report highlighted the “forgotten epidemic” of childhood pneumonia that was hitting the deprived areas of England. According to NHS data, between April 2018 and March 2019 there were 56,210 emergency admissions to hospital of children with pneumonia, a 50% increase compared to a decade ago. Poverty is thought to be a major factor in this epidemic.

26.10.20. ChronicleLive:

"The 'appalling' link between Covid-19 rates and child poverty in the North East revealed.”

Child Poverty Action Group said, “The toll that poverty takes on health - even when there isn’t a pandemic - is well-documented and stark. In the most deprived areas of our country, boys can expect to live 19 fewer years of their lives in 'good' health, and girls 20 fewer years, than children in the least deprived areas.”

Thank goodness Boris Johnson finally listened to Marcus Rashford with regard feeding the nations hungry children over the Christmas period. But we have to ask the question. “Why did it take you so long?”

There's no point in beating around the bush. I was in a psych ward.

(In the psych ward, they'd taken away all my belongings, my phone included. They did have a computer room, but they has a lot of sites that were blocked, including this website. I couldn't log in, but I could at least see my friends' pages and see what was going on in their lives, as well as ask as an anon.)

Why was I in there? I can only hope all of you will respect my choice not to tell why. But was what happened so severe that I had to stay in there for three weeks? Well...no.

After about a week of my stay, people started to notice I didn't look too terribly well. I denied all I wanted to, but there wasn't any hiding the chills all over my body or the lack of color that came with it. Concerned, one of the nurses took my temperature-101 on the dot.

What followed was basically a two and a half week long, chaotic, boring, lonely period where I was (somewhat; this is a psych ward, after all) isolated from the rest of the psych ward patients Then, while sick with pneumonia (tested negative for COVID, but due to hospital policy, all but treated as a COVID patient), I was transferred to a nearby hospital when a spot opened up. Contact was made with the psychiatrist, but they came back saying not only were beds in high demand, but that he believed I'd made sufficient progress to go home, albeit I'd have to go to therapy every day until my mental state improved as much as it could. I was released this morning, but I'm exhausted and still very much suffering from pneumonia symptoms, and I'm barely awake enough to type this post out.