The Ludicrous side of Mental Health.. #006

I was always rather crap at absconding from hospital. Being weak from anorexia, my legs usually gave way by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs!

After a big kerfuffle, alarm bells going, staff racing, I was then carted back up the stairs like a coffin, kicking and screaming and feeling rather foolish by my pathetic attempt.

Others on the ward had more success, often spending considerable time concocting elaborate plans and going in to partnership with each other to fool the staff.

I never did find out their secret!