I have received some lovely Catholic gifts from two visitors while here - displayed here is a picture of them. One is a green St. Jude rosary and a St. Jude bracelet, both from Mexico from one friend who frequents that part of the world, the other is a pink icon bracelet from another friend. Lovely to have these items here! The staff confiscated my St. Benedict medal crucifix because of its chain... bummer.
Yesterday, while one guest was here, I was straining a bit to have a conversation... my mind feels slightly slow. They haven't adjusted meds yet, so I guess that's a neurological shift happening. I feel vulnerable and am not ready to leave. Not feeling "psychotic" - no voice hearing or anything, just weird premonitions that may or may not prove to be true later. We'll see.
For now, enjoy these cute religious fuck-ups I committed as a child:
- When I was a toddler, my parents decided to try the religious life with me with a trip to a local Anglican cathedral, where a bishop was presiding that day. This was around the time Pope John Paul II was touring Canada, so I would always say to my mother (an ex-communicated Roman Catholic) "MOM - the Pope show is on!" if something was on TV. So when the old white man with the funny hat and the crook came down the aisle in the Anglican cathedral, I stood up on the pew in my pretty Sunday best and shouted at the top of my lungs "IT'S THE POPE!". Everyone roared, including the bishop himself. My parents never tried taking me to service again, except for funerals and weddings.
- Buying into that "you can achieve anything that you set your mind to" shit kids are peddled all the time, I had heard of Jesus and his miracles at 2 years old and decided to give walking on water a shot. So, at a swimming pool, I went to the deep end, took a stride, and went straight to the bottom. Dad had to dive in to save me from drowning. It took me many years to finally learn how to swim because of how traumatizing that event was.
- There were a lot of Mormon ads from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, but I always heard it as "Bladder Day Saints". My mother had to correct me on this because I kept talking about the "Bladder Day Saints" commercials and it was making everyone roar.
- Some Jehovah's Witness pamphlet came our way with an extremely bloodied Jesus hanging on a cross, but the depiction looked a lot like my father, who was also a bearded man. So I was rather horrified and said "What did they do to Dad?! He's hanging on a door!"
There's probably more but these are the most prominent examples that come to mind. I was a really cute weirdo as a child. xD
No idea how long I am in hospital, I am playing it by ear. If this neurology shift continues, it could mean a while. Just going to play it by ear. I'm finding it very hard to psychically read anything today. I was warned of this as well. :(