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here at work things are the same. people in need, crawling all over the place – up the walls, outta their skin. old man (84) at my feet on a plastic bed. all bundled up like a newborn babe. pillow’s twisted and bunched and pushed right up against the frame, top of his head firm into that. looks painful and uncompromising but what do i know? probably having the sleep of his lifetime, the dream of the century. last night he was strapped to the bed in the rubber room & he couldn’t help but urinate all over himself. what choice did he have. after they moved him out they sent me back to gather the restraints for washing; the stench was terrible. full of salt. it was like a barnyard back there, like a cow had given birth. the leather straps dripped when i picked them up, cold in my gloveless hands.
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