Archive | January 2017

Jamaica’s Premier Asylum 5 Star Helltel a.k.a Ward 21

Visiting Time:

O how happy we all were when we received a visitor or visitors during visiting time. The only exception to that rule was when the visitor or visitors was the source of our demise or so we felt.Some patients always had visits while some who rarely or never had visits made the visitors of those who always had theirs.

I recall feeling a little sad when no one came to visit me especially as I heard the excited chatter of patients and their visitors.

For some visiting time meant a time for some extra food as the smell of  KFC and Burgher King pervaded the day area.

It was not unusual to hear some patients being admonished to behave and cooperate with ‘ the powers that be’ to hasten their dismissal and come back home in the rest and care of concerned family members.

My visitors were mainly friends rather than family. A visit from two family members went so badly that it was never repeated for my duration of confinement in ‘Helltel ‘.

For mosr visiting time meant encouraging exchanges, the receiving of snacks, change of clothing and tioiletries. Visiting hours was the favorite part of the day for many as they could get a chance to catch up on what was happening in the real world and in their own lives.

At the end of the visiting time many of the patients had heard something or seen someone to make them have sweet dreams or nightmares  to awaken to another day to the same old routine . Another day in 5 star Helltel a.k.a ward 21.



Jamaica’s Premier Asylum 5 star Helltel aka Ward 21-Through the eyes of a Patient

PARTING SHOTS- It took me over two weeks too long to understand that my fate rested in the hands of “The Goddess Upstairs” that is The Consultant assigned to my case. This Goddess was so elusive as no amount of ‘prayers’ could get a hearing. The mediator The Resident Psychiatrist held her in such awe and high esteem that it bordered on Fear morbid fear. No choice as her eternal future also rested in the hand of this Goddess.

Friendship with the nurses and especially the psychiatric wards could easily be misconstrued  as flirting and inappropriate  behavior . As soon as this was fully understood  by me I became a saint of the nature of Mother Superior but friendly enough to be viewed as ‘normal human behavior devoid of emotions’.

The day finally came when I was to be discharged. I was overjoyed naturally but many doubts were expressed as “The Meeting” the one that’s  held with family members , the Doctor and the Social Worker was not held. Thank God for pagan Christmas as I believe the timing of my release was directly related to the Yuletide  season.

Jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way was music to my ears and it rivaled The Love Inside by my favorite  artist Barbra Streisand .

I shall return has been replaced by I shan’t  return the same as over 20 years ago when I had a brief sojourn .

Jamaica’s Premier Asylum 5 Star Helltel aka Ward 21-Through the eyes of a Patient

Snack Time- Drama Greed & Steal  This could easily be the tile of a Soap Opera but it’s a apt description of snack time which was three or four times each day. Snacks were necessary to supplement the meals given each day as the meals were design to acquaint us with diets of anorexics.

Those who had no snacks  were the first in line to collect snacks. They would stand there and beg all those who had snacks to share with them. Refusal to do so would sometimes result in you being “cussed out” or berated for being mean and unkind.

One night when I boycotted supper I decided to take a snack before bedtime . A male patient infamous for his renditions of Dennis Brown songs begged me a piece of my bulla. My response  was a flat outright no. I received a cursing which I will not forget anytime soon.

Some patients , even though they had snacks made it their career to beg others some of theirs so that  if refused they could use it as ammunition  to be unkind in the future.

Sadly some patients never had snacks because they were not visited. I personally looked out for such ones to share my snacks when I could. There was a patient who fell  in this category until lo and behold he got a visitor who brought him many, many snacks  From this day and henceforth he was a changed man. He made himself  public enemy number one. A bright Good Morning to him was met with disparaging remarks to ensure that mistake won’t be made again.

All in all snack time made friendships and broke friendships and left us still hungry but sufficed enough so that we couldn’t die from starvation .



When its said and done

via Daily Prompt: SomedayToday  the world is in a bad shape. No it’s  not triangular or square but world conditions has deteriorated  to the point where humanity is bordering on extinction .

Wars, crime and violence, acts of terrorism , child exploitation and diseases just to name a few has become many persons normality that we are hardly surprise when we watch prime time news and hear the atrocities.

For those of us who are persons of Faith based on the Bible we are confident that someday soon the world as we know it now will pass away. The planet earth will remain but conditions will change.

A righteous new world is just around the corner. We know that when all is said and done the wicked persons who are destroying this our planet home will themselves be destroyed.

So in the near future”Thy Kingdom will come and Thy will is going to be done in answer to the prayer of millions, most of whom are ignorant to what they are praying for.

Jamaica’s Premier Asylum 5 Star’Helltel’ aka Ward 21-Through the eyes of a Patient.

ADMISSION– I was adamant that I was going to be admitted on that fateful Monday. I had to get one of the few beds that were available.  SO my pre-admittance show had to be good.

“I am going to kill her and I am going to kill him to @$&!$&@. Dem mus ded tiday I screamed over and over punctuated with many expletives. I was whisked away in a van and taken to the Accident and Emergency area of the hospital.  Now that was where my show began in earnest. I not only shouted the aforementioned chants of killing them but I enquired from many nurses near and far where I could get a gun to buy to carry out my intentions of “Double murder”

After being seen by many nurses and my vitals taken each time a nurse visited my bed I began getting fed up with the slow and tedious process to get admitted. I ensured that I was going to be admitted by still chanting my murderous intentions until I became physically exhausted.

Finally the Resident Psychiatrist came to my bedside. A sign that my  admission was imminent. After some paperworks i was finally ready to be admitted. I was given two injections to sedate me and ensure that I would soon fall asleep

By  the time I arrived on the ward I was very sleepy and a few of the last words I heard was a nurse commenting that I really dressed manic as I was wearing a crimson red skirt with a blue blouse with crimson red markings.

DAILY ROUTINE- I was in for a rude awakening  because the daily routine was very rigid and could be liken to a boot camp for the training of soldiers.

5am- The lights were flicked on in every room with shouts of Time to get up and go shower. Are these people crazy no pun intended  because they have to be out of their minds to believe “crazy” people would want to shower at 5 am. And you guessed it in COLD water . But I guess they were because we had to. I could hear the quarreling  of the patients on the male wards each morning as one or more was being accused of being “batty man” . This provided some comic relief to take my mind off the cold shower I had to take. The age old trick of running the shower while standing on the outside didn’t  work as if that was suspected your back would be checked.

By 6 am all the patients should have showered and go upstairs in the day area. Many track stars were discovered as some patients sped to get the few sofas to lie on. Usain Bolt would enjoy the competition.

6:30am was snack time. The television  was turned on by this time and for some of us who had no snacks we spent our time watching Morning Time on TVJ.(Snack time will be talked about later in detail)

7am The nurses changed shift so they had their handing over meeting near the day area so that if you “whispered” to a fellow inmate they would hear”. Inmate -patient same difference .

8am suppose to be breakfast but breakfast was rarely on time. After breakfast they had devotion and sometimes you could be talking to your nurse for the day, sleeping, chanting on your own or sitting in silence somewhere near. I often choose the latter.

Somewhere before breakfast we had our vitals taken.

Directly after breakfast was medication time. Drama, drama, drama. Some patient protested taking their meds as they were not sick. Under the tongue check was employed to ensure meds were taken.Track and field time again as inmates ran to get a sofa.

Time- wasting followed during which time patients got on top of each other nerves and many a quarrel had to be quelled. Sometimes a patient had to be given time-out. Sent downstairs. Some played bored games like Ludo and Dominoes and the males especially showed their skills or lack thereof at Table Tennis.

Sometimes during this period of time wasting a privilege few went to Occupational Therapy or a discussion session with a psychologist . I was among the privilege few ,a few times.

Lunch couldn’t come soon enough which was about 12noon.

After lunch “humanritis” set in and I was always drowsy. But rest hour was between 3 and 4 pm which couldn’t  come early enough. I never slept on the sofas because I just couldn’t . So I usually  sat and rest my head on a table.

After rest hour we usually have an organized activity that ranged from a discussion to working out. Anywhere in between was playing a game or more discussion. The nurses sometime were not very prepared for this and just made it up as they went along.

During some of these discussions I was very vocal about the regimen and complained about the one size fit all program and decried the rigidity of the program. Up two three four up two three four………… .

Supper followed and after supper those who wished to could take a shower to prepare for visiting time which was between 6 pm and 8 pm.

One of the three snack times was after visiting time. We got our meds  and was ready for bed by 10pm.

To be continued.








To Achieve Your Dreams Remember Your ABCs

Avoid negative sources,people,and things.

Believe in yourself

Consider things from every angle

Dont give up and dont give in

Enjoy life today, yesterday is gone,tomorrow  may never come

Family and friends are hidden treasures, seek them

Givemore than you planned to

Hang on to your dreams

Ignore those who try to discourage  you

Just do it

Keep trying no matter how hard it seems

Love yourself second only to God

Make it happen

Never lie, cheat or steal. Always strike a fair deal.

Open your eyes and see things as they really are.

Practice makes perfect.

Quitters never win  and winners never quit.

Read, study and learn about  everything  important in your life

Stop procrastinating.

Take control of your destiny

Understand yourself in order to understand  others.

Visualize it.

Want it more than anything

Xcellerate your efforts

You are unique of all Gods creations, nothing can replace you

Zero in on your target and go for it!