June 16, 2014
Morning:
I’ve got the dreaded itch. I can feel parasitic creatures trying to feast on my scaly, handsome flesh. Thankfully, the authorities caught me swiping against the rocks. It’s nice to know they are looking out for my benefit.
Afternoon:
I take it back. My relief over doctors being alerted to my predicament has dwindled into a deep itchy rage. Doctors should know that a sick fish needs a comfortable place to stay, away from stress, but the first thing they did was put me in a net. Then they yanked me out of the neighborhood, walked my gasping self across the room to deposit me in a wretchedly small building, and gave me a pathetic baby plant to use as a bedroom.
Evening:
They put a white tablet in the water, which does not taste good. The water is getting colder. I’m sure it’s 70 degrees instead of the 80 degrees it’s supposed to be.
June 19, 2014
Morning:
I’m freezing! I’m itchy and going to die of hypothermia. To hide and keep warm, I have shoved myself under the filter.
Afternoon:
They put a heater in my room! Maybe they aren’t as clueless as I thought. The tablet they put in my room disappeared overnight. I was relieved until a new one showed up after they installed the heater.
Evening:
They are as clueless as I thought. I’m not going to die of hypothermia, but I still can’t get warm. Even trying to snuggle the heater isn’t working.
They are idiots. They are all idiots.
June 22, 2014
Morning:
I’ve gotten used to not feeling the tips of my fins and have decided to be more optimistic about this experience. For instance, I get fed way more than I need. This is a nice change from being in the neighborhood where everyone eats so quickly that dumb Ezekiel flies out of the tank in haste. I let half of the food sink to the bottom of my room. I’ll take it with me when I leave. I can’t wait to see the look on Ezekiel’s face when he sees me eating leisurely.
Afternoon:
A tube was brought into my room today, and it started to suck up the food I’ve been hoarding. I pushed and bit the crap out of it until it went away. I don’t know what it is, but that’s my uneaten food!
Evening:
The tube took all my food. I have to start my hoarding all over. This time I’m shoving it under the stupid, insufficient bed the nurse gave me.
June 26, 2014
Morning:
Despite their best efforts, I feel better. I also have restocked my food supply for when I get to leave (I better get to leave). I went hungry a few nights, but it’ll be worth it in the end.
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