The person who was supposed to get discharged from the state hospital didn’t get discharged, and they don’t know when this person will be discharged. I know I am here through the weekend. The mental health worker came to see me earlier this morning and she promised me she would be back to see me later today, but she never came back. I have a cardiology appointment next Wednesday. My heart rate is fine when I’m laying down and sitting up, but when I stand, my blood pressure drops and my pulse goes up. Right now, I have a double ear infection and a hole in my left eardrum. The doctor told me last Tuesday that if that your drops didn’t hear the hole in my eardrum, I would have to have surgery to fix it. We are holding things together so far. I don’t belong in a hospital. I need to be in a residential setting the lake a group home or even possibly my own apartment. Even the psychiatrist who saw me for the first time today since I’ve been in the ER told me I don’t need to keep bouncing around from hospital to hospital and that group homes discriminating against me because of my blindness is not right.