dumpster heaven
I just finished reading the first several pages of a Google search on Siberian dwarf hamsters (technically, the Campbell's hamster) as Taarna died a couple weeks ago. Karen our Kaseworker wanted me to research the subject before we buy a new pet. Trish was talking gerbils, but that would mean another trip to the Fargo of the Invisible Landscape, & we just went there & back again in Karen's car-vroom-vroom to see Doc Larocque Monday.
As for the visit to the psychiatrist--my wife & I both suffer from Mindstorms--we set the alarm clock for 7:30 in order to be on the road by 9:00; this is/was early for Trish, sedated from her Zyprexa. I nuked us a couple bowls of oatmeal, & then we had to split because we had no time to waste. I'd spent the weekend looking up mood-stabilizers on the internet, as Trish's diagnosis was recently changed to bipolar. Mostly I learned that you want to stay away from Dopamax; makes you stupid. Once the car-vroom-vroom was Reuben down the highway, we snacked on Trish's banana-spice cookies, though Cathy declined; she came with. The trip was uneventful, & I kept my suicidal ideation to myself--I'd been going thru some extremely rapid cycling, & had been suicidal twice in the last couple weeks, only to be ecstatic the next day. Doc Larocque bumped up my Depakote--my level was low--& the Risperdal as an ancillary mood-stabilizer. Trish expressed concern that the Zyprexa was giving her the incredible munchies & was switched to Risperdal; today, after not-snacking in the middle of the night, she surprised me by waking up at 6:30.
I made us some toasted frog & then played around with the Machine for awhile, as we needed to ride the Invisible taxi up to the Invisible Clinic to get our haldol shots; Perky Pam is out of town.
The big news, though, is that we're still together, still going strong, in spite of all the Kimothys. Sunday we celebrated our first wedding anniversary. We had the alarm set for 7:00 again that day, as I wanted us to go to Church, not out of excessive devotion on my part, but because it seems to help Trish. We hung out at the house for a couple hours afterward, then walked over to visit the dread Blanket-man & his Karen Relationship.
They b-b-qued some bratwurst (the pup turned her nose up in the air over it); we also had sweet-&-sour cabbage (from the buckadingdong store), baked beans (mama mia, that's a spicy bean!) & baked potatoes. Biggie gave us a ride home at 3:00, so we could take our mid-day meds, & we went bouncy-bouncy for awhile, to the tune of old Tull while we mutually exacerbated VADIS. (She looks good in bondage pants.)
So if you don't know about me & VADIS by now, order The Mind-Warp Era at www.amazon.com; it's sort of like this blog but it's also like an elaborate comic book in which the entire world is mindstormed by a psionic satellite that was inspired by Dick. Next thing you know, they'll have actually built the Space Ferry & won't be needing huge rockets to reach orbit.
As for the visit to the psychiatrist--my wife & I both suffer from Mindstorms--we set the alarm clock for 7:30 in order to be on the road by 9:00; this is/was early for Trish, sedated from her Zyprexa. I nuked us a couple bowls of oatmeal, & then we had to split because we had no time to waste. I'd spent the weekend looking up mood-stabilizers on the internet, as Trish's diagnosis was recently changed to bipolar. Mostly I learned that you want to stay away from Dopamax; makes you stupid. Once the car-vroom-vroom was Reuben down the highway, we snacked on Trish's banana-spice cookies, though Cathy declined; she came with. The trip was uneventful, & I kept my suicidal ideation to myself--I'd been going thru some extremely rapid cycling, & had been suicidal twice in the last couple weeks, only to be ecstatic the next day. Doc Larocque bumped up my Depakote--my level was low--& the Risperdal as an ancillary mood-stabilizer. Trish expressed concern that the Zyprexa was giving her the incredible munchies & was switched to Risperdal; today, after not-snacking in the middle of the night, she surprised me by waking up at 6:30.
I made us some toasted frog & then played around with the Machine for awhile, as we needed to ride the Invisible taxi up to the Invisible Clinic to get our haldol shots; Perky Pam is out of town.
The big news, though, is that we're still together, still going strong, in spite of all the Kimothys. Sunday we celebrated our first wedding anniversary. We had the alarm set for 7:00 again that day, as I wanted us to go to Church, not out of excessive devotion on my part, but because it seems to help Trish. We hung out at the house for a couple hours afterward, then walked over to visit the dread Blanket-man & his Karen Relationship.
They b-b-qued some bratwurst (the pup turned her nose up in the air over it); we also had sweet-&-sour cabbage (from the buckadingdong store), baked beans (mama mia, that's a spicy bean!) & baked potatoes. Biggie gave us a ride home at 3:00, so we could take our mid-day meds, & we went bouncy-bouncy for awhile, to the tune of old Tull while we mutually exacerbated VADIS. (She looks good in bondage pants.)
So if you don't know about me & VADIS by now, order The Mind-Warp Era at www.amazon.com; it's sort of like this blog but it's also like an elaborate comic book in which the entire world is mindstormed by a psionic satellite that was inspired by Dick. Next thing you know, they'll have actually built the Space Ferry & won't be needing huge rockets to reach orbit.
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