Kelly & the Hospital
by F.G. Magdalen
Kelly was a unique person who sometimes needed help with the problems life dealt her. In the early part of her life, she had a good many visits to mental health hospitals.
While her weight bounced around 275 pounds, Kelly was a lusty looking BBW who hated being hungry. She was also an avid soda freak.
For yet another time in her life, Kelly was trying to eat less and avoid soda. Being diabetic, it was important to monitor her sugar readings, and this time – in half a day’s time – she saw them drop. This was encouraging but was not to last.
By the end of the next day the sugar readings were good, and Kelly had been good all day but now, damn it, she was hungry. Not to mention slightly irritated and really craving a soda. She finally caved in and drove down to Arby’s and got fries, a sandwich and a soda – a good fountain soda with the extra fizz. She drove home and ate the unhealthy guilt-inducing combo and was both content and sad.
Diets had been a part of Kelly’s life for quite some time. However, there was another time she was supposed to feel guilty.
At that time Kelly was on the closed unit of a psychiatric hospital. Patients had less freedom on this side and were thought to be more seriously ill. It also stank on this side. The food was bad too. Patients were not allowed to go to the dining room. A meal was brought to them on a thermal tray. It was only slightly warm and a bad choice. Kelly was a picky eater.
It wasn’t long before Kelly was very hungry and wanting a soda. A diet was the furthest thing from her mind at this time too.
There were a number of folks in there with her but it was a very lonely, depressing, isolated place to be. There was not much to do either, as someone else had usually commandeered the TV. This created the perfect environment for Kelly to focus on how bad she felt and how hungry she was and how one fed off the other.
The bed was hard and uncomfortable and the covers were scant. It was not nearly the same as the one she had at home and liked to lie in most of the time. She decided to poke about the little kitchenette to see if she might find something – anything – to eat.
The cupboards were not a treasure trove. On opening the freezer of the refrigerator, she found something – kind of. It was an already opened box of Fudgsicles. Chocolate!
Kelly took one. There was a very good reason she didn’t keep this stuff at home. Normally she just picked up one when she was out.
Another Fudgsicle accidentally fell into Kelly’s mouth. A man came over and he had one too. It was starting to help with her hunger, so she kept on eating. It didn’t help completely, as Kelly was still frantic for a soda, and later on, a meal.
On the last day when Kelly was discharged from the closed unit, her doctor visited and talked to her. He inquired about her eating ALL the Fudgsicles and said the nurses told him. It was as though he was trying to induce guilt in her but Kelly got angry instead. ALL the Fudgsicles hadn’t been available to her. Kelly spoke up but it sounded like excuses and her doctor paid little attention. Yes, she agreed, she ate a great many, but not ALL of them. She felt as though she was being duped or tricked: the staff puts them in the freezer with no stated warning or lock and then get mad and complain when someone gets hungry and eats them.
Back in the present, Kelly was mulling over her Arby’s meal and thinking there must be a better way, when she thought of the open unit of the hospital. They had vending machines with goodies inside. SODA! Why not do the same on the closed side?
Kelly then recalled a funny event she had participated in on the open side in relation to the vending machines. This was during a different time she’d been in the hospital. Deep within, Kelly nursed a little grudge toward the nurses. She had heard them gossiping about patients a few times, herself included.
At one point during that hospital stay, a girl was standing near one of the two windows of the nursing station and was being told this was a special exception and it couldn’t be done all the time. (She’d wanted her wallet for the vending machine.) Then another fellow had planted himself in the window too, and asked since they were getting the girl’s what-not, can you get my thus-and-so as well. Of course the nurse couldn’t say no; she’d just told the girl yes. And soon another individual was wanting his this-or-that, and then another person. The nurse was beginning to look quite harried. A little smile parked itself on Kelly’s face as the scene became quite humorous to watch. It was like a flash mob. The window was getting very full. Not wanting to be left out, Kelly quickly thought of something she could ask for. Not that she needed anything but she didn’t want to miss her chance at helping create chaos, confusion and trouble after being gossiped about.
In the end, perhaps Kelly caused about as many problems as she ones she had herself. She was not content with this, but in and out of the nut house is no way to live a life.
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