I was dreading going into hospital as I do have to get a picc line in and plus I am on methadone. So I was dreading having to go into hospital from previous experiences. So anyway, the time came to go in so I went with horror thoughts of other experiences but had to go with an open mind. So I was checked into John Houston ward, second floor, St James’s Hospital and was introduced to Nurse Ali and the introduction went ok, so off to a good start. Then it came to get my medication, and I thought to myself, “here we go again,” as this is where it usually goes south. But no, Ali didn’t judge me and came in with my methadone in a non-see-through cup and just put it on my table behind me and just caught my attention to let me know my meds were on the table which I thought was very professional as I’ve had other nurses come in with it in a see-through cup and say it out loud “there’s your methadone” and straight away people look at you and judge you totally different. But this time totally different. All thanks to the professionalism of the nurse. So, my stay this time was a pleasure. The other patients talked to me as if I were one of them. But I am. I am a human like them, do they think I was hoping and wishing for addiction to come along? No one is.