From the ward.

I had a nice, long talk with the psychologist in the ward.  I still didn’t get an answer or a diagnosis.   According to a bunch of tests I did, including the ink blot test, my case is complicated because I have a lot of symptoms that fit 3 or 4 diagnoses, none of which were revealed to me.  However, according to the psychologist, these diagnoses make no sense because I am “high functioning”.  And somehow, my condition, whatever it is, is one that fits with my artistic tendencies.

Unfortunately, getting a hold of the psychologist in the unit is next to impossible.  The weekend is here, so I can’t expect much.

My heel pain hasn’t let up, and I tried to get a cane, but that proved fruitless.  At least they got me a wheelchair, so I don’t gimp around.