The painted door.

It was 215 days ago that we slowly walked the long corridor on the lowest level of Launceston General Hospital and passed through the painted door. From a distance it looks transparent and you can see the office on the other side but it's just been painted that way. Once you enter, someone has to push a button to let you out and sometimes they won't. I did secretly take an overnight bag on that rushed trip to the hospital, thinking that a good night's sleep and a few tablets were all that was needed. Ten days behind the painted door was a relatively short stay by all accounts but it seemed unbearably long at the time.