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Escaping the
confines of hospitals and nursing homes was a ticket out of purgatory, and
some cases, hell itself. I was very lucky, not many people who go in get to
come out again, unless they are in a body bag. There is extremely little to
do except wait for death to overtake one for the ultimate release. In there,
its a place of boredom or gloom, depending where you end up. Then again if
you are in either, it means you really are sick. In some cases, people end
up in nursing homes even if they have families. But as you can imagine,
there is no privacy. And attempting to leave the ground would quickly mean
corralling into the facility again and having an ankle bracelet attached to
prevent one from even attempting to go outside. Leaving that world behind
meant a return to somewhat normalcy. On getting back, the gods were truly
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