ABSTRACT
ADMISSION ‘Would you like to go into hospital for a rest?’ . . . and here I am, not in a general hospital at all, but at the frontier posts of the health services, an antique mental institution.
A stressed disorder rules on entry – patients milling around (some in dressing-gowns), staff observing, admissions procedures being followed just out of earshot, eventually some pills may be offered, and (if you are together enough) you may talk to some other residents over the near-obligatory cigarette. In this case though, after pacing around in a rather confused manner, I retire to the room and sleep intervenes.
