LIKE I GET IT, DGMW. That's the point. They didn't want us sitting in our room all day, and it's to motivate us to get up and around.

I'd have been even happier if they had more than two windows for me to look outside. They kept my blinds closed between the pane glass and it hurt me more mentally to sit in my room after a while.

The day room gave us free access to the TV given we felt like leaving our rooms. It took me two days before I even wanted to get out of bed.

I should clarify that they did provide me a gown (two, as I'm plus size) and scrubs for the men. (I was the only woman in the unit at the time)

Your pants and shirt could not have laces either. They did not allow hoodies, lace or not.

I had to ask for hygiene products. Likely so they could guage when's the last time I bathed.

You were encouraged to wear your street clothes, but your socks either needed to have grip or be issued by the hospital. Your shoes could not have laces. Otherwise, you walked around the facility in your socks the entire time.

(The dining room floors were super sticky because of all the sweet tea)

My doctors only (personally) checked on me in the morning. To ask me the same set of questions every day, the same ones the nurses had to ask me twice a day while taking my vitals.

I think I met my caseworker all of twice. Once at admission and at discharge.

The nurses had to call maintenance to change the temperature because they kept the thermostats locked.