Chapter VI

I like singing in the mental hospital, especially in the excited state. Sometimes I sing international songs. I live on the fourth floor and often talk with female patients on the fifth floor. There is an ambulatory in the activity room and bathroom, but there is a gap in the middle. We can chat in front of each other. In the early morning of one day, a female patient on the sixth floor loudly sang the international song "this is the last struggle. Unite and tomorrow, intina schunner will surely realize it". I said, "good head of the sixth floor." Yaoxuerui on the fifth floor followed me and said, "good head on the sixth floor."

In the ward, I sang Andy Lau's "Chinese people" that "there is still a dream in the future, and we will explore together". I sang "there is still a dream in the future, and Lao Tzu will explore alone". A man like chow yun fat said this about me. I don't know whether he said that I have changed well or not. He was worried that it would be difficult to find a job after he was discharged from hospital. I suggested him to sell wine to wine merchants, go to supermarkets and wholesale departments, and ride a battery car instead of technology and culture.

During the ward round, a patient also told the doctor how he was doing. The doctor said that if you can go to work, you can go to work. He said yes. It is true that mental patients should be able to support themselves after they are discharged from the hospital. Of course, now in Zhenjiang, we also provide subsidies for mental patients who have no income in January 7 or 800 to maintain their basic livelihood. This is what will be said later.

There is an occupational therapy room in the mental hospital, which means that stable patients change their environment. I often go to the music room, wear headphones to listen to Teresa Teng's songs, and turn over the old pictorial. During work therapy, male and female patients are together. There are young male patients who try to chat up girls, which generally makes girls unhappy. Of course, I have seen a pair of young patients, like small objects, who are together and holding hands during work therapy.

Sometimes the nurses upstairs also came to our ward and asked the male patients to help bind the female patients. Once the bound female patients said that the male patients took the opportunity to touch her and protested. Because the nurses asked them to help, the nurses did not investigate.

Zhenjiang psychiatric hospital (No. 4 hospital) was originally built for the volunteer army. Some volunteers were stimulated on the battlefield and transferred to Zhenjiang for treatment. They were in a separate ward, wearing military uniforms. Once when I entered the hospital, I gave an old soldier half a pack of cigarettes. He was not tall, thin and capable. He called Huadong. He often came to our ward to play when he got up early in the morning.

Once, when the volunteer army was in the hospital, I sang in front of the window: "you are the red kid on the Long March, I am the younger generation of the revolutionary team." I gave them cigarettes. Two or three volunteers came, and I gave them cigarettes.

An old doctor came to our ward to talk to a patient. The patient was holding a broom. I saw that the old doctor's job number was 001. Either the president or the Secretary dared to let the patient put down the broom.

Sometimes I let a few patients kneel down and teach them slogans. When they were right, I said, "Aiqing, keep fit" and gave them a cigarette. If you shout wrong, "Ge Yimin" often says the opposite, saying that you shout wrong and have no smoke. An old man named Hu was right. When he took a cigarette, he laughed at others and said you were wrong.

This time, Zhang Wei is my doctor in charge. Once she asked me to enter the doctor's office. I sat in front of her. She said, "she wants you." she asked me to go to another female doctor. I didn't know her. I was puzzled.

A female health worker talked about me and women and said that I would show a woman her graduation certificate. I don't remember telling her that after I showed her her her graduation certificate, she said, "love you, love you." they laughed.

After leaving the hospital that time, Zhang Wei summarized that "the total period of illness was 18 years", but it was actually eight years. I was ill for 90 years. At that time, I was only 29 years old in 1998. I don't understand.

I was so excited that I didn't sleep well at night. The next day, in manager Cai's office, he asked me what time it was in the evening. I said I didn't turn on the TV, I didn't know the time, and I couldn't find the remote control. He immediately said, "where is the remote control?" Where is the person who controls me?.