Behavioral Health
Insanity will tear us apart... again; much like drugs in the old days: when the doobie's out, pass me the lighter, again...
So Trish had problems with her bipolar over the weekend. Friday, when it came time to pick up her McRonald's check (no, she doesn't flip Bozo burgers), Carmen, her ride, arrived a little late, so she threw a fit & hurt Carmen's feelings. When it became obvious that Trish needed to talk to Dr. Vickie (secret identity of Mr. Vick), Carmen & I had a pop at Taco Loco while Vickie calmed Trish down. The next day, when Carmen called to say that she didn't think Trish appreciated her, Trish overheard the conversartion from my end, & exploded. We tried to find someone to talk to Trish around noon, called Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name), but Karen the Kaseworker suggested taking her to the Invisible Hospital. We had the Invisible Copz give us a ride up, then waited in the ER for the doctor to see her. At first he was reluctant to admit her, but she escalated on him; I think she scared him a little, so he called the consulting psychologist. When we were calling McDuck's, a nurse came in & shot Trish up with Atavan & told her she was being admitted.
The next couple daze were lonely & relaxing. It was good to be away from all the negativity, but I missed going bouncy-bouncy, & the cute girly-girl whose bodacious bodanon I'd wake up to every morning. Biggie invited me over for Sunday dinner, rare, since his own mental illness kicked in (catalyzed by Krazy Karen) & he gave me a ride up to the Invisible Hospital to see Trish. The next day Ed came up, & Kathy walked up. She gave Trish a new bear, which Trish named "Smelly Bear", because it had been soaked in perfume. Tuesday, Dr. Huffman released her, having put her back on Zyprexa--Doc Larocque tried to see if she could do without it--& reduced her thyroid; she was on waaaaaaay too much--which could've made her irritable. She seems happier, though she's needed her hours reduced, as she can't handle the stress.
Stay tuned for future installments from the root of the Rootboy, & buy my book, The Mind-Warp Era, under my pen-name W.C. Leadbeater, from .
Thanks, I needed that.
So Trish had problems with her bipolar over the weekend. Friday, when it came time to pick up her McRonald's check (no, she doesn't flip Bozo burgers), Carmen, her ride, arrived a little late, so she threw a fit & hurt Carmen's feelings. When it became obvious that Trish needed to talk to Dr. Vickie (secret identity of Mr. Vick), Carmen & I had a pop at Taco Loco while Vickie calmed Trish down. The next day, when Carmen called to say that she didn't think Trish appreciated her, Trish overheard the conversartion from my end, & exploded. We tried to find someone to talk to Trish around noon, called Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name), but Karen the Kaseworker suggested taking her to the Invisible Hospital. We had the Invisible Copz give us a ride up, then waited in the ER for the doctor to see her. At first he was reluctant to admit her, but she escalated on him; I think she scared him a little, so he called the consulting psychologist. When we were calling McDuck's, a nurse came in & shot Trish up with Atavan & told her she was being admitted.
The next couple daze were lonely & relaxing. It was good to be away from all the negativity, but I missed going bouncy-bouncy, & the cute girly-girl whose bodacious bodanon I'd wake up to every morning. Biggie invited me over for Sunday dinner, rare, since his own mental illness kicked in (catalyzed by Krazy Karen) & he gave me a ride up to the Invisible Hospital to see Trish. The next day Ed came up, & Kathy walked up. She gave Trish a new bear, which Trish named "Smelly Bear", because it had been soaked in perfume. Tuesday, Dr. Huffman released her, having put her back on Zyprexa--Doc Larocque tried to see if she could do without it--& reduced her thyroid; she was on waaaaaaay too much--which could've made her irritable. She seems happier, though she's needed her hours reduced, as she can't handle the stress.
Stay tuned for future installments from the root of the Rootboy, & buy my book, The Mind-Warp Era, under my pen-name W.C. Leadbeater, from .
Thanks, I needed that.
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