Woke up. Rewrapped the bandages on my hand. Went to sleep. Woke up again. Went back to sleep.
Some of the lights in the house seem to be on a timer. When I woke up the first time, the lights were off, but the second time I woke up, they were on again.
I looked for possible escape routes today. Nada. Air looks like its ventilated through tiny, tiny vents, so no chance of a John McClane-esque escape.
I think I'm going crazy in this place. When I woke up that first time in the dark, when I was still in the vague place between sleep and waking, I thought I could see shadows moving on the walls.