Break the Glass,
I broke a glass and and my wife dialed 911.
I Broke the Doors,
Nothing happened. Or so I thought.
"Don't eat carbs, baby." Brooke always told me around meal time.
MAA would never listen until one time I did. I skipped breakfast and lunch and I would have skipped dinner except it was time for MAA to pull his greatest trick of all. Breaking to steel doors that kept all the patients in the mental hospital from spilling out into the lobby. The lobby was where all my dreams would be fulfilled if I went there.
Perfect coffee with the perfect freedom.
It was visiting day on MAA's second hospital stay. My real wife was scheduled to come see me. Which later would be the only thing I would start looking forward too. During my third hospital stay. Until then I was just delightfully confused.
MAA was confused that mental wards have metal doors for a real reason. And the staff and patients would put me down in hospital lore for breaking the very thing would keep us, safe. The doors. The doors to the lobby is what I only thought about for so long. Other patients seem to be egging me on afterwards about in the atrium outside. The atrium has it's own allure and will be discussed sometime in the future.
"Don't eat carbs, baby." Brooke told me again as i spooned my mouth full of rice and chicken. A meal I would enjoy and never knew why. One time its was BBQ brisket dinner. Then it was a BBQ with the bone in. Then is was a crappy breakfast. Breakfast in a mental ward is never any good.
"Two eggs over easy." Brooke would ask for and got quite frequently.
I never got that. Just powdered eggs and not very powdery but more confusing yellow with crumbly faces all in the eggs. I saw faces everywhere by the way. My other patient friends also saw the faces. But said nothing about it. Faces in the food. Faces in the hall reflection of the wood floor. Which lead to two metal doors. These doors would open and close on a regular rhythm. Open close. Open close. It was like the hospital was breathing with them.
People would come and go. Come and go.
"DQ Monica?" I asked Monica who worked there out on a date.
She smiled and just kept walking. Monica was hot. Hot in a social worker kind of way.
"Belt-buster on sale." MAA asked her again hoping she would turn around and notice me.
She only noticed me in group. Group is where I was safe and bored. I got bored in Group because there was no other way to be, in a mental hospital.
"Break the Doors, baby." Brooke told me to escape you must. Your wife is going to get away.
"Scot free, Scotty free if you indeed are similar to Captain Kirk?"
In our hours of conversing with Brooke. We always ended up with The Brooke Mode or Apple room talk or the endlessness entertaining....Captain Kirk questions.
"Where does Warp drive come from...?" Brooke asked.
MAA would just say, "Mr Spock knows, or Scotty knows, or ask Sulu." She would laugh and never really want an answer. I loved her so much. And I would never be so happy with imaginably Brooke. She was a blast of youth and energy. And she never she no. Or I could not be there, "Just a minute." Was always the declaration. Always.
"I am not around right now, because I am out on assignment with Max. Killing those murderous serial killers." Brooke would always have a reason for not being there. Unlike my real wife she always had a reason for being there, but not really listening.
"Babe, your not hearing me." MAA would begin to get agitated.
My real wife would feign to hear me. While working or doing something else. My ups or highs demanded attention. My downs were not so attention grabbing. My wife cared little of what i said, while i was on a high. She cared too much what I said or did when I was on a down. Or when MAA was on a down.
"Right there, the exact point where you can break the doors." Brooke told me and the bridge gave a readout of the door and its weakest point. I suddenly ran for the door and put my shoulder in the exact place where the door would give.
"Bang." Brooke said with a smile and a clap.
The large metal doors gave way and I was in the lobby. Asking for my wife. My real wife.
"Babe? Where's my wife?" I asked the lobby people and the desk maid. No one answered. After breaking the doors you would think I would get a metal or a smile. Instead I got neither. The stunned patrons or patients and the stunned loved ones waiting in the lobby said and did nothing.
I was astonished when I broke the doors. And nothing really happened at first. Then three large men ran towards me and tried to grab me. I ran from the coffee machine and toward the next set of doors. there was no escape, not really just another set of doors. If I hit the metal doors at the right time I would have found maybe the outside. Because of the coming and going of staff and loved ones.
But no such luck.
Instead I stopped and got some coffee and drank some. Or so I thought. The three staff members grabbed me by another set of doors leading to the outside. MAA resisted them briefly. The gave up.
"Ok, god please help me. I love my wife." The three staff member cared nothing for my pleas and grabbed and took me back past the metal doors to a new room way in the back beyond another set of wood doors. These wood doors would plaque me in the future. and Brooke would set up anther puzzle for me to solve. the Two lying brothers conundrum. The solution fo which would actually be my brother. Who was to visit me and I had no idea he was. MAA sustained little damage but the damage to his back was more than he could bare.
"Drugs! I need them." MAA shouted from his new secured room. MAA went to the nursed station and begged for meds. This was a first of many encounters with the nurses. If you beg for something you don't get it. If you say you don;t want something in a mental hospital you get it, in large doses. They drugged me up pretty good after the door brake. But in a good way. Adavant. Was my drug of choice. So after my ordeal and coffee reward. I fell deep asleep with a sore back.
The professionals that work a mental ward, have to be patient. Built with patience. These guys were neither professional or patient. Later Adavant would save me from a MRI scare and anxiety I never though I knew once I realized I was in a hospital for mental people.
Don't take meds,baby" Brooke's statement would drill in my head over and over.
Until it turned into, " I am taking the meds for an experiment." MAA stated with a smile of knowing toward a beautiful woman who only I could interact with and barely see her faint outline.
"Carbs and meds at least don't take if you want out of here." Brooke stated with out a smile this time.
I could point her out of crowd in any room I went. Remember she was in-charge of the holodeck. And she was teaching me a lesson.
"This hospital was the bane of your existence. For ninety six years. You created this holodeck complete with a hospital to learn how MAA survived it." Brook gave me the chapter and verse of my own life no problem. How to get out of a mental hospital she had no idea on. Or so she thought.
"No 'Fing' vitals and no fucking lawyers." Brooke stated again with expletives now. She was serious now. Since I broke the doors things got real serious with Brooke.
"You wanna marry? Then listen up and Cowboy up!" Brooke had little patience with a wimpy man. I was damaged in my elbow and my back hurt. Not damage from the door break. Just damage from the three techs who jumped me and grabbed and I resisted. I could have thrown them off easily but things were getting real now.
"Don't go out there, it's your husband. He broke out to see you." A person told my real wife in the lobby. She noticed I could resist them easily but gave in as i was escorted off down the wooded hall way. MAA's wife cried upon hearing the news. She also went to the ground crying. This was all too much finally for her. She gave in to her anger and love all at the same time.
"Your husband broke the doors and we put in a secure wing." A nurse told my wife later on the phone.
Meanwhile MAA fell fast asleep begging for meds and Brooke standing over him.
"Drugs. No Drugs baby. Drugs. No drugs, baby." She said of and over to him as MAA dosed off.
I broke a glass and and my wife dialed 911.
I Broke the Doors,
Nothing happened. Or so I thought.
"Don't eat carbs, baby." Brooke always told me around meal time.
MAA would never listen until one time I did. I skipped breakfast and lunch and I would have skipped dinner except it was time for MAA to pull his greatest trick of all. Breaking to steel doors that kept all the patients in the mental hospital from spilling out into the lobby. The lobby was where all my dreams would be fulfilled if I went there.
Perfect coffee with the perfect freedom.
It was visiting day on MAA's second hospital stay. My real wife was scheduled to come see me. Which later would be the only thing I would start looking forward too. During my third hospital stay. Until then I was just delightfully confused.
MAA was confused that mental wards have metal doors for a real reason. And the staff and patients would put me down in hospital lore for breaking the very thing would keep us, safe. The doors. The doors to the lobby is what I only thought about for so long. Other patients seem to be egging me on afterwards about in the atrium outside. The atrium has it's own allure and will be discussed sometime in the future.
"Don't eat carbs, baby." Brooke told me again as i spooned my mouth full of rice and chicken. A meal I would enjoy and never knew why. One time its was BBQ brisket dinner. Then it was a BBQ with the bone in. Then is was a crappy breakfast. Breakfast in a mental ward is never any good.
"Two eggs over easy." Brooke would ask for and got quite frequently.
I never got that. Just powdered eggs and not very powdery but more confusing yellow with crumbly faces all in the eggs. I saw faces everywhere by the way. My other patient friends also saw the faces. But said nothing about it. Faces in the food. Faces in the hall reflection of the wood floor. Which lead to two metal doors. These doors would open and close on a regular rhythm. Open close. Open close. It was like the hospital was breathing with them.
People would come and go. Come and go.
"DQ Monica?" I asked Monica who worked there out on a date.
She smiled and just kept walking. Monica was hot. Hot in a social worker kind of way.
"Belt-buster on sale." MAA asked her again hoping she would turn around and notice me.
She only noticed me in group. Group is where I was safe and bored. I got bored in Group because there was no other way to be, in a mental hospital.
"Break the Doors, baby." Brooke told me to escape you must. Your wife is going to get away.
"Scot free, Scotty free if you indeed are similar to Captain Kirk?"
In our hours of conversing with Brooke. We always ended up with The Brooke Mode or Apple room talk or the endlessness entertaining....Captain Kirk questions.
"Where does Warp drive come from...?" Brooke asked.
MAA would just say, "Mr Spock knows, or Scotty knows, or ask Sulu." She would laugh and never really want an answer. I loved her so much. And I would never be so happy with imaginably Brooke. She was a blast of youth and energy. And she never she no. Or I could not be there, "Just a minute." Was always the declaration. Always.
"I am not around right now, because I am out on assignment with Max. Killing those murderous serial killers." Brooke would always have a reason for not being there. Unlike my real wife she always had a reason for being there, but not really listening.
"Babe, your not hearing me." MAA would begin to get agitated.
My real wife would feign to hear me. While working or doing something else. My ups or highs demanded attention. My downs were not so attention grabbing. My wife cared little of what i said, while i was on a high. She cared too much what I said or did when I was on a down. Or when MAA was on a down.
"Right there, the exact point where you can break the doors." Brooke told me and the bridge gave a readout of the door and its weakest point. I suddenly ran for the door and put my shoulder in the exact place where the door would give.
"Bang." Brooke said with a smile and a clap.
The large metal doors gave way and I was in the lobby. Asking for my wife. My real wife.
"Babe? Where's my wife?" I asked the lobby people and the desk maid. No one answered. After breaking the doors you would think I would get a metal or a smile. Instead I got neither. The stunned patrons or patients and the stunned loved ones waiting in the lobby said and did nothing.
I was astonished when I broke the doors. And nothing really happened at first. Then three large men ran towards me and tried to grab me. I ran from the coffee machine and toward the next set of doors. there was no escape, not really just another set of doors. If I hit the metal doors at the right time I would have found maybe the outside. Because of the coming and going of staff and loved ones.
But no such luck.
Instead I stopped and got some coffee and drank some. Or so I thought. The three staff members grabbed me by another set of doors leading to the outside. MAA resisted them briefly. The gave up.
"Ok, god please help me. I love my wife." The three staff member cared nothing for my pleas and grabbed and took me back past the metal doors to a new room way in the back beyond another set of wood doors. These wood doors would plaque me in the future. and Brooke would set up anther puzzle for me to solve. the Two lying brothers conundrum. The solution fo which would actually be my brother. Who was to visit me and I had no idea he was. MAA sustained little damage but the damage to his back was more than he could bare.
"Drugs! I need them." MAA shouted from his new secured room. MAA went to the nursed station and begged for meds. This was a first of many encounters with the nurses. If you beg for something you don't get it. If you say you don;t want something in a mental hospital you get it, in large doses. They drugged me up pretty good after the door brake. But in a good way. Adavant. Was my drug of choice. So after my ordeal and coffee reward. I fell deep asleep with a sore back.
The professionals that work a mental ward, have to be patient. Built with patience. These guys were neither professional or patient. Later Adavant would save me from a MRI scare and anxiety I never though I knew once I realized I was in a hospital for mental people.
Don't take meds,baby" Brooke's statement would drill in my head over and over.
Until it turned into, " I am taking the meds for an experiment." MAA stated with a smile of knowing toward a beautiful woman who only I could interact with and barely see her faint outline.
"Carbs and meds at least don't take if you want out of here." Brooke stated with out a smile this time.
I could point her out of crowd in any room I went. Remember she was in-charge of the holodeck. And she was teaching me a lesson.
"This hospital was the bane of your existence. For ninety six years. You created this holodeck complete with a hospital to learn how MAA survived it." Brook gave me the chapter and verse of my own life no problem. How to get out of a mental hospital she had no idea on. Or so she thought.
"No 'Fing' vitals and no fucking lawyers." Brooke stated again with expletives now. She was serious now. Since I broke the doors things got real serious with Brooke.
"You wanna marry? Then listen up and Cowboy up!" Brooke had little patience with a wimpy man. I was damaged in my elbow and my back hurt. Not damage from the door break. Just damage from the three techs who jumped me and grabbed and I resisted. I could have thrown them off easily but things were getting real now.
"Don't go out there, it's your husband. He broke out to see you." A person told my real wife in the lobby. She noticed I could resist them easily but gave in as i was escorted off down the wooded hall way. MAA's wife cried upon hearing the news. She also went to the ground crying. This was all too much finally for her. She gave in to her anger and love all at the same time.
"Your husband broke the doors and we put in a secure wing." A nurse told my wife later on the phone.
Meanwhile MAA fell fast asleep begging for meds and Brooke standing over him.
"Drugs. No Drugs baby. Drugs. No drugs, baby." She said of and over to him as MAA dosed off.
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