IN: I remember how much I enjoyed Robert Louis Stevenson 's poem , The Land of Counterpane , about a boy who turns his sick bed into an imaginary world . " When I was sick and lay a - bed , I had two pillows at my head , And all my toys beside me lay , To keep me happy all the day . " I half - expected ( wished ? ) to see my mother yesterday when I woke up from one of my naps , coming toward me with the plate in hand -- tick - tick - tick . But now I ' m an adult , more or less , and I have to fend for myself .
How do I feel about my current condition ?

OUT: I 'm sad that I do n't have anyone to take care of me now .

IN: But I do remember telling him that I really liked him , and I remember that I do n't remember hearing him saying anything like that back . So that was last Saturday night , and I did n't hear from him by Tuesday . I mean , while we were in bed he said he 'd be busy this week with rush , but " busy " is an excuse , not a reason . If he was really into me he 'd text or call saying that he was busy , but thinking about me .
What will happen next between the subject and narrator ?

OUT: They will have a conversation about the future .

IN: This morning I woke up at 0420 after going to bed at 0030 . I felt in a fog and very tired all day and had to lay down two or three times I could stay coherent . I ' m limiting caffeine intake to one or two cups a day so the lithium is not nullified . Although I am concerned that because of the nardil half life of 12 hours I am missing part of my therapeutic does , I feel the night time dose of three vs. 1 day and 2 night is called for so I had the same amount in my bloodstream it is just tapering off during my waking hours .
Why did I decide to limit my caffeine intake for now ?

OUT:
I do n't want it to interfere with my medication .