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My roommates

Two weeks, five roommates

When I first arrived in the hospital, it was November 24 Saturday. 

 My very first roommate was Jaala. Jaala told me I am beautiful when she first saw me. This boosted my ego, made me feel good. I never saw her in the room though; they probably moved her to the room she was in the rest of her stay here. She is an amazing person. Even though she talked about being old, she looked young and hip. She would get very invested in things. On walks, she collected pines and moss and tree bark for Christmas decorations. She made a very beautiful something, and I’ll always remember her by it.

Two days later, I was moved west, and my roommate was called Jisca. Jisca has beautiful hair, it is long and smooth. I was surprised because she seemed to me like someone who would have shorter hair. I think she was brave. She would say no when she didn’t want to do stuff; this was very impressive for me. Selfishly I thought she was in a much worse shape than I was and would stay longer than I. However three days or so after sharing a room, she was discharged.

My third roommate was Gina She had just been admitted. Even though she looked like she was in a bad shape, she also had it together. She had been here before, and this made me feel some kind of kinship. The next thing I know, she was packed up and ready to go home. We spent a few good times together.

Hanna was my fourth roommate. The first thing she told me was that she would be discharged soon but would hopefully enjoy sharing a room with me for a few days. She is the one person we actually talked together sometimes. One day she brought me juice from the kitchen, and it made me a very happy girl. Hanna got discharged and I was a roommateless girl for a while.

My fifth and hopefully last roommate is Jenna. She has the sweetest voice. She has generous curves and is very friendly. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia and has depression. We talked sometime, and we were in the same treatment team. She once talked about being worried that she would spend Christmas in the hospital, and this made my heart bleed for her. I got discharged before her, so I’ll never know if she spent Christmas home or at McLean


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