Told everyone to address me as “Gilbert Grape” and gave specific instructions to turn away any intrepid, concerned person looking for “Martin Douglas” because I didn’t want to be found.
It was easy for people to play along with the Gilbert Grape thing because I was wearing my purple flannel.
A cute nurse liked my owl pin.
I asked her if their televisions had Showtime so that I wouldn’t have to miss the new episode of Homeland.
Chatted at length with someone about how Saul is my favorite, and how him reciting the Kaddish for the Iraqi guard who had killed himself was one of the most harrowing moments of television I’ve seen in my adult life. (I really, really love Saul.)
The food at Swedish was absolutely disgusting, so I paid someone to sneak me half a burger from Linda’s.
"Do you drink alcohol or take drugs?" "Is it okay to say I smoke pot even though it technically isn’t legal yet?"
sigh-twombly said: I really hope you’re feeling better. Going to the hospital helped me a lot. The food was SO bad though. I charmed the night nurse into sneaking me real food. Do what you have to do to take care of yourself and forgive yourself for feeling bad <3