I've been in the hospital for two weeks and I'm just now getting a diagnosis

It's 4:04 AM. I've been in this cold sterile room since January 26th and no one has come in to check on me since that night. <br><br>The doctors came to speak with me at 9:30 PM, two nurses accompanying them. I knew something was wrong from the way they looked at me. They were hesitant, and I could tell they were bracing themselves for an outburst.<br><br>I've been working on my anger issues.<br><br>They explained that I'd been in the ICU for two weeks, that I'd suffered some significant brain damage. My condition was known as 'locked-in syndrome,' a disorder that totally paralyzes all of your muscles except for the ability to, you know, think.<br><br>The doctors had tried to tell me this earlier but I'd freaked out and tried to get out of bed, ripping my IV out of my chest. I scared the crap out of them. I was so scared myself that they'd been hesitant to come back, hoping that I'd calm down and listen.<br><br>They were right, I had. I listened to everything they said. <br><br>My brain had suffered severe damage. I was lucky to be alive. They explained that they'd be keeping me here indefinitely, and that it might take months, if not years, to recover. They'd be feeding me through a feeding tube, bathing me, cleaning me. I would be locked in this body, but my mind would be free.<br><br>The only good news was that my cognitive abilities were all in the clear. My memory, language skills, and cognitive reasoning were all working perfectly. All I would have to do was sit here and wait until my body caught up.<br><br>They left after explaining everything, and I sat there waiting for someone to come back in to give me a bath, or a glass of water, or something. No one ever came.<br><br>I called out. I whined until I was hoarse, but they just wouldn't come. I'd been here for five days and no one had come to check on me. They'd just left.<br><br>I was on my own.<br><br>I sat in silence, waiting for someone to come back, to give me that food, that water. They had said they would, they couldn't just leave me here. I was trapped in this body and I needed their help. I would have killed for a little compassion, some kind words.<br><br>I'd been here for eight days, maybe ten? It was impossible to tell. I'd lost all sense of time. They just kept forgetting about me. I'd been completely forgotten, abandoned by everyone around me. I was on my own. <br><br>How much longer could it be? Would they never come back?<br><br>They'd left me in the dark. It took me hours to find the button I had to press to turn on the light. I didn't know there was a remote anywhere near my bed, and I spent hours, maybe days, in the dark.<br><br>I was getting a little scared. Maybe it had all been an exaggeration, maybe I hadn't been damaged as badly as they said. Maybe I was faking this. Maybe I was making it all up in my head.<br><br>I don't think I am, though. <br><br>I don't think my brain is damaged, I don't think I'm going crazy. I just think they abandoned me.<br><br>I don't know how long it's been. I don't know how long I'm going to be stuck here. I don't know why they've stopped coming in, but they have.<br><br>I can see the clock on the opposite wall, but I have no idea if it's working, if it's been calibrated properly. It's stuck at 5:09. I've been looking at it for days.<br><br>I've been in here for two weeks and I'm just now getting a diagnosis.<br><br>When they come back I'm going to scream. I hope they listen.