Pizza Night

I think that it’s about time I returned to my blog. My subject today? The last pizza night on Kilroot ward!

Thursday’s was the night when four guys with anxiety disorders got themselves some pizza. Ross, Peter, Sean and I assembled in my room to order our usual from Dominos in Crumlin. Before this got started, though, Ross pointed out to Peter and Sean the view from my room, viz. the big honking rats in the courtyard below. We tried to count them, but they spent a lot of time going in and out of the cover of bushes and holes in the pavement. We only have a rough estimate – I’d say around six.

Ross is on a kick at the moment of exposing people to the triggers of their anxiety (I incidentally think this was the idea behind his mentioning the rats), so he thought I should jack up my social anxiety by making the call to Dominos. Partly because my social anxiety makes it hard for me to say no to people, and partly because it sounded like a good idea, I went through with it. Bad idea. I’m not going to say any more about it, but basically Ross had to call them back and actually place the order.

Anyway, our appetites whetted by our rat-watching, we really dug into the pizza, wedges, and so on, when they arrived. Topics of conversation included:

  • How do we divide up all the food?
  • Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (via a comparison of the rats in the courtyard to Shredder).
  • Which mental illnesses are the worst to have? This one got pretty involved and confusing pretty quickly, because things like the intensity of the illness had to be taken into account.
  • Which mental illnesses do the characters from Winnie-the-Pooh have? Apparently this has been put on somebody’s blog before, but I can’t find it anywhere, so here it is again: Pooh Bear has an eating disorder; Piglet has an anxiety disorder; Rabbit has OCD; Eeyore has major depression; Owl is approaching senility; Tigger has ADHD; Christopher Robin has gender dysphoria.
  • What is the deal with the nurses in St. Patrick’s Hospital? They come into our room every hour to check up on us. They write down what we’re up to – it goes into our files! They force us out of bed in the morning! They call me on the phone even though I find this extremely anxiety-provoking! It’s all most frustrating, and we find it really brings down the bearability of the whole “psychiatric hospital experience” for us. I’m considering setting up a patients’ union to somehow voice and maybe address these complaints.
  • Which country is the best – France or Italy, and then, after some thought, France or Spain. Or maybe it was Italy or Spain. To modify a Simpsons quote – “Nobody ever chooses France.”

I feel like I’m forgetting a lot, but hey, if anyone wants to add anything, there’s a “comments” feature. I’m off to watch a Woody Allen film – I sort of want to write an essay on hypnotism as a theme in his films.  Sayonara!

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  1. Twas a great night of pizza indeed…despite the presence of DISGUSTING rats in our close proximity:P

  2. Awesome topics to talk about over pizza in a hospital. I think everyone suffers from mental illness. To what extent though? I think that’d be a good discussion I’d have liked to be in, and I can see how it’d get out of hand too lol.

  3. One delusion everyone suffers is seeing what they want. I missed your thoughts on psychiatric hospitals. In my blog I describe the same type of deal from my experiences with doctors. I’ve never been commited, though, voluntarily or otherwise. I’m diagnosed bipolar. I would not mind getting behind your idea.


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