Year of the Boar, Fifth Month, Day 11.

The past two days have bordered on torturous; I had thought that after my little interlude with the scisssors, I might be allowed a little freedom at the physicians' recommendation... Instead, he confined me to BED. I just could not believe it. Bed. Overwrought, he told Mother. Clearly a victim of my own overactive imagination and in need of some serious bed rest. No tapestry (thank goodness) and no books to stimulate my mind; just bed rest and lots of disgusting "strengthening potions". The only good thing to have come out of this is that my presence is no longer expected in the banquet hall at meal times, my meals are brought to me in my rooms and if I do not eat everything, a servant waits until I have. Bath times are awkward though, since I am now being given bed-baths by Mother's servants. I am so frustrated that once again, I could just scream. Unfortunately, I must keep up this pretense of being frail and ill and though I am supposed to be resting in bed, the constant stream of servants and the physician's minions is more stressful than life before I faked my little attack. Perhaps in another few days I will be permitted to take a stroll in the gardens, I am now giving serious thought to making that my escape opportunity and taking only what I can conceal under my silks, running away from home. I really can bear things here no longer.