DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
Chapter Ten
After a peaceful night in my bed covered with the canvas, I was given breakfast
and then an orderly came with a gurney. He was joined by Maria and the nurses
aide. Although I struggled, the three of them soon had me on the thing, my
wrists and ankles attached to the side rails and three straps across my chest,
pelvis and knees.
Maria said, "Have fun, Debbie. You'll come back a much nicer person."
Going down the corridor I decided to give them a hard time by yelling, "Where
are you taking me, you bastards. You're going to kill me, I know." I followed
this with a series of obscenities that began to disturb everyone in the hallways
including the orderly. By the time we reached our destination, he was mad and
immediately told the hydrotherapy crew what he thought of me. The result was an
immediate pear gag strapped tightly around my face.
The hydrotherapy unit consisted of a receiving area and then several rooms.
I could see tubs, pipes, lifts of various sorts, large piles of sheets and
coverings and other things that I couldn't appreciate in the short time it took
to get me into one of the rooms. One of the nurses came in and briefly read my
chart.
"Well, Debbie, we are going to be kind to you and see how you respond," she
said.
"We will using a low level pack."
I didn't know what she meant but it didn't sound too bad. I tried to ask her how
long I would be in the pack, but my words were very muffled and unintelligible.
She began taking folded, wet sheets from a large container and arranged them on
a mat which lay on a large board that, in turn, covered what appeared to be a
tub. Some of the sheets covered most of the mat while others came about 2/3rds
of the way from the bottom and two only came 1/3rd of the way.
The orderly and the nurse then transferred me over onto the wet sheets, taking
care to keep me well restrained in the process. My wrists were pulled over my
head and fastened to a ring at the top of the board. The orderly held down my
knees as I struggled a bit. Then the nurse started with the short sheets. The
top one was wrapped over one leg up to my crotch and shoved under the other leg
and thigh. The second was wrapped around both lower extremities. Then, working
with the higher sheets, she wrapped me from my arm pits to my toes. As she did
this I was rolled from side to side as each sheet was pulled as tightly as
possible. Then my arms were placed at my sides and sheets were placed over each
one and under my body. I immediately tried to bring my arms forward but the
sheets prevented this.
Finally, The long sheets were wrapped tightly around me from my neck down.
I must have looked a little like a mummy.
With a grunt the orderly lifted me off the mat and the nurse slid the mat and
board off the tub which was already about 15 inches deep and already filled with
water. He slowly lowered me into the water but still water lapped over the edge.
"Comfortable, Debbie?" the nurse said. "The water temperature is about the same
as your body temperature, so you shouldn't mind that. Now we are going to get
you a little more secure." With that she placed a canvas cover over the tub,
allowing my head to protrude through a hole which was then fastened around my
neck below my collar. The edges of the canvas were then laced to the edge of the
tub. The covering served to keep my head up out of the water.
"I'll give you a little water later on. If you have to urinate, go ahead for
water will be constantly running at a slow rate in and out of the tub. Just
don't poop.
Have fun."
With that they left me. By now the water had seeped through the layers and was
quite pleasant. So this was the "tank". It sort of disappointed me and I decided
to see how much I could move. I found that I could wiggle my toes and fingers a
little and could actually bend my knees and hips an inch or so. I could not move
my arms forward at all. I tried twisting and felt my body turn a little for my
body was buoyed up somewhat by the water.
The twisting seemed to loosen my arms a little. I still couldn't move them
forward but found I could move them backward more than before. Just maybe I
could get out of this. I set to work, flexing various joints as well as
twisting. Progress was slow or absent and after awhile I realized that I was
tired. Giving in to the restraint I snoozed until the nurse wakened me by taking
out my gag.
"Listen, you bitch, I want to get out of here," I screamed.
"Debbie, that's not nice," was her reply as she inserted a different gag.
This one had a hole though it with a fitting on the outside to which she
attached a tube.
She connected the other end to a bottle of milky fluid. "This will give you
fluid and some calories. You could have had a luncheon meal if you had not made
so much noise."
As she opened the tubing, the fluid started to fill my mouth. Happily the rate
was such that I could keep up with it by swallowing fairly rapidly. She left me
drinking my lunch. By the time the bottle was empty, I was full as was my
bladder. Oh well. I urinated but couldn't sense any change in temperature
between my thighs. Guess the water was in fact at body temp.
Then I really began working at loosening the sheets. Probably an hour later I
was finally able to swing a forearm out from under a sheet. By remembering how
the sheets were wrapped, I pulled and tugged until the other arm was loose. I
worked my hands up towards my neck. It took a bit of doing to get them past my
breasts and this made my nipples come to life. However, I didn't stop to play
with them.
When I reached my neck area. I thought I might not be able to go further.
But why not see if I could rip the inner sheet? This worked! Little by little I
tore one sheet and then the next.
Soon I was really making progress. When my arms were finally outside the sheets
but still under the canvas, I began to wonder how I was going to loosen or break
the lacing that attached it to the tub. No matter what I tried, I just could rip
or break the canvas or the edge bindings.
Frustrated, I decided to really make a mess. So I proceed to gradually tear up
all the sheets into thin strips. As an encore, I shit right into the water.
About this time the nurse returned and said, "Well Debbie, the afternoon is
almost over and we have to get you out of that water before you really get
water-logged." She wrinkled her nose and continued, "Do I smell something?
Debbie, you didn't, did you?"
She called for an orderly who grabbled my wrists as she removed the canvas.
"Fasten her right there," she ordered. "Wrist and ankle cuffs." She opened the
drain and watched the water run out. "Bring some buckets of water from the "B"
tub in the next room."
When he turned, a bucket in each hand. She said, "Be my guest." With that, he
started pouring the water all over me. I gasped as I realized that the water was
ice cold. In fact it had ice cubes in it! The gag kept me from screaming but I
still made a fair amount of noise.
She laughed and simply said, "More." This went on until I was shaking and
shivering. They stopped when they judged me to be clean again.
"And look what you did to the sheets. You are really going to be sorry.
Instead of going back to your little ward, you'll spend it in your favorite dog
cage."
She ignored the shaking of my head.
The orderly released my wrists from the tub but quickly fastened them behind me.
My ankle cuffs were hooked together and I was unceremoniously pulled out of the
tub and dumped on the floor. The orderly left for the cage and the nurse said, "
You just might slide those hands of yours down over your feet. We can't have
that." She took a short chain from a cabinet and hauled my wrists up towards my
neck. The chain was then fastened to a ring on my collar. She led the chain down
under the wrist cuff linkage and then back up to the collar.
Pulling on the chain as she attached it, my wrists were severely drawn upwards
and I immediately felt the strain on my arms and shoulders.
I tried to say please as they pushed me into the small cage and locked the door.
"No supper for you, young lady. And tomorrow you will find out what a real, top
level wet pack can be like. In fact, it won't just be tomorrow. Probably we will
leave you in it for a few days. It's a lot of work for us by I am going to enjoy
making you miserable. I am sure Dr.
Gonzales will okay the order." After pushing the cage into a storeroom, they
turned out the lights and left me, despite my moans.
