Entry Seventeen

I hate the Healer's Ward.

No offense to Han'yaie and his staff, but I'd just as soon rather be elsewhere.

Like back on Naboo.

Or listening to a Senate speech.

Anywhere else really.

I know I have a lot of catching up to do as the last I wrote in this journal, I was on Naboo enjoying a nice peaceful mission and now I'm in the infirmary.

It's been several weeks, hasn't it?

Speaking of peaceful, why can't my room be peaceful? There's been a constant flow of people in and out. How am I supposed to get any rest if they keep coming in?

If one more person asks me how I'm feeling, I think I'll have to retort with, "What do you think?"

I know they mean well, I really do, but it's not helpful. Yes, I'm a little grumpy. I would meditate, but I keep getting interrupted.

And there's another knock, so will have to catch up later.