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Show 29 Girls'Night In My oldest daughter, now 13, has just officially entered womanhood and I am consigned to remain in the hospital for this landmark. Still. Not only still in the hospital and essentially still in bed, but also still on the psych unit. Few people have ever had this quantity of steroids in their system before me. I am an experiment in survival. I never knew this shade of black existed before now. There are two beds in my room and because there is no one labeled "patient" to fill the other one, I have asked permission that my daughter, as a special treat, come sleep over this special night. A girls' night in. My daughter is thrilled and is now looking at me, expectantly, with her girlish eyes, turning young woman. I am not sure if she understands exactly where she is in this hospital but I am not feeling up to explaining it and I do not elaborate concerning the locked doors at the entrance to this unit. There are videos on this unit and we are checking out a few. She has chosen "Dead Poets' Society." Though I usually review movies we allow our children to watch, here there is no opportunity to do so. I will have to trust that Robin Williams will not harm my child. |