The day after turkey day

Turkey day with the deluxe & delightful Ms. Dish (Trish) was a very relaxing time for both of us. We got up late (for me, not Trish) at 9:00, then I fixed a breakfast of pancakes. Trish dumped hers on the floor by accident so I had to make a new batch. I did my usual morning check of my email & the science page at CNN.com, then watched Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom on TV with Trish. When it was over we went to the annual turkey feed at St. Inkidink's, as we're boycotting Biggie after the way his wife ran down those "addictive antidepressants like Xanax & Zoloft; they ruin lives; they ruin lives!" When I told her that I thought "herbs" were a crock of shit (politely) she ran out of the house & wouldn't eat with us. That was Labor Day; we haven't been over since. The feast at St. Inkidink's was more than sufficient to keep us full all day, save for a peanut butter sandwich & orange in the evening.

We called everyone in Trish's family yesterday afternoon. Kenneth & Dion were over at her Mom's place having turkey, & we also called John, to find out Mother's phone number at the nursing home in Woodstock; bringing in a couple of keys... We finally even called Biggie, but he protested that he was about to eat, so I let it be. They're going out of town--Florida--for the X-mas holidays, anyway, & are "boycotting consumerism" cuz they're flaky so we don't have to buy them a gift.

Last nite Trish & I did the wild thing when we went to bed, & her mood immediately improved. I think it eased her mind about some of the jealous feelings she's been having about Kim, whom Vickie called "a dildo", anyway. Trish's problems with oversleeping & paranoia, although they did begin about the time she went off Risperdal, also began around the last time Kim came over. Tonight, once more, I plan to have her shake hands with Mr. Friendly, just to keep her stress level down.

Last night I only took one Restoril, & woke up around 7:00--I have been taking 2, but have also been oversleeping. Trish also woke up around then, but didn't get out of bed right away cuz there were Toros in the atmosphere. I fixed us some toasted frog & then she put the TV onto VH-1-Classic. I'll probably end up letting her play vid-games until she's tired of it, then we'll go to the Invisible Soup Kitchen & from there to Fat Albertson's to pick up some groceries for the weekend. Trish has to work tonite (but not together) so I will invite Fearless Fred over tonite to jam on the keyboard & his guitar. Do the Funky Lady!

Risperdal

OK, so Risperdal is "an experimental addictive antidepressant", or I assume so my sister-in-law would say, but Karen is Krazy & she can shove her herbs up her ass. Anyway, Risperdal was among Trish's medications--I take it too--but Suzanne took her off it cuzza side-effects, specifically oculogyric crisis, something I also used to experience from haldol pills. Now they have me on the shot & when the haldol is in my blood & the blood is in my head then I'm better off than dead. Trish is also on haldol shots, but she takes twice as much as I do. However, now that she's off the "experimental addictive antidepressant" she's been terribly depressed: she's been sleeping all day & getting paranoid: yesterday she blamed Kim for taking her address book. The Lamictal hasn't had a total opportunity to reach full strength, though, so perhaps she'll be doing better in the next couple weeks. At least my brother is leaving for Florida with his wife for the X-mas holidays. He can have her. I just want my brother back.

Dreamy Bear

Friday Fred gave us a new teddy bear, Dreamy Bear, as a gift when Trish finally had her learner's permit--yippie skippy! She took the test on Thursday last week, after I went out with Karen Upstairs to the Lunch Box for iced tea. Karen wrote up a check for some spending cash, but started to get on my case about our bank account(s): apparently, disability docked us a bunch of buckadingdongs cuz we had too much in savings; but I don't see any practical way to control Trish's compulsive spending than to have the buckadingdongs tucked safely into our joint account.

We need to take some more out Monday, anyway: the water bill is due & I also need to buy another copy of my book to send to NAMI, so that they will finally (hopefully) stick it on their online bookstore, so that I eventually will start to make some sales. I know that the first royalty check or check over 1K buckadingdongs from a magazine publisher will go towards iUniverse's promotion department. (If you haven't read the thing already, it's The Mind-Warp Era, purpurtedly the autobiography of W.C. "Lead" Leadbeater, as he continually transforms into his favorite comic book swamp monster to fight the forces of depravity & evil.)

Friday it snowed, just when Trish needed to walk out to McRonald's to pick up her check. Fred gave us a ride out there & back, & we cashed it, then applied the money toward the house insurance. Trish's check was rather small this time, as she missed 3 days to go out to the state conference in Electric City with us. Friday also Fred came over to jam on the guitar, & I rendered "Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho" in a bunch of different sounds; my Panasonic keyboard has 150 sounds & 100 rhythms, so it's fun to play around with.

Fred picked Trish up Saturday, too, but that day, after a fitful (non)sleep, I was rather severely depressed, quit re-making/re-modeling "Fragile Eggshell Mind" 1/4 of the way thru, & only played "Blue Sunday" 10 times (following the Beat Monster) cuzza it. Instead, I watched a lot of TV. I'd like to do more reading, but being blind in one eye & 20/60 in the other makes it difficult, though I was working on LOTR & loving it.

Great Falls

Our visit to Great Falls was without Eldritch, though I called repeatedly Wednesday night. Trish & I went down to the city of Electric Light Wednesday-Friday to see a bunch of doctors & attend the State Conference on Mental Health. Unfortunately, I forgot to take along a copy of The Mind-Warp Era, my true(?) tale of Savage Dread (under pen name W.C. Leadbeater) so that maybe, hopefully, someone at NAMI could look at it & help publicize it. They won't answer my emails or return my pbone calls, so Tuesday when I see Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name) I'll take along a copy of the book for him to read & see if he can call about placing it in their online bookstore.

So Tuesday we voted. Big fucking deal. President Bush is President Gas again.

Then Wednesday we hauled Trish out of bed early (for her) & by the time Bryan showed up we were ready to go. He had to see the doctor about his stomach surgery (follow up), whereas Trish & I needed to see Doc Larocque & then me the eye doctor. My moods/meds are about the same, save for my "depersonalization", so she's having me keep a "mood chart". Trish, however, has started Lamictal, a mood-elevating mood-stabilizer, which she only needs in half the dose as she's already on Depakote, for both seizures & bipolar. The worst side-effect is Stevens-Johnson syndrome, a potentially serious rash, but I just Yahoo-ed it (toolbar on the browser & all) & the pics I got showed something inescapably severe compared to the zit Trish found on her leg & was worried about. I plan on showing her the images once she wakes up; Monday morning, day is dawning & President Gas is tap-dancing with the banker he's a thief--a little bit of the old Timothy Leary schizophrenia for those not yet used to me on Risperdal.

Then I saw Dr. Boes, after Brawny took us clear to the other side of town after assuming he knew where my appointment was & was wrong. Pressure's still up in my left eye; I see Dr. Stremcha here in the real Invisible City about it at 2:10 this afternoon; Boes put me on Timoptic for it. Everybody keeps asking about dem legal herb & I guess that I just don't know--I wish I could sail the darkened seas in a great big submarine, but I'm not certain Boes feels strongly enough about the medicinal properties of dem God-made herb for him to prescribe it.

Karen (our Kaseworker) picked us up at the clinic, & took us to the West Bestern Heritage Inn to unpack & walk across the street to eat Chinese; the Chinatown restaurant there has an all-y0u-can-eat buffet. We met Hope at the Lincoln Art Show--she's doing fine, apart from gaining a bit of weight--& then returned to our room to watch TV & call Eldritch. The conference remained quite a bit like previous years, the high-point being Wondering in Alice-land, a one-act play performed by someone named Alice who had a manic break. I wish I could make Biggie see that such may also apply to him & Karen (his Krazy wife), but they yet obstinantly refuse to see doctors & prefer herbs & yoga to "addictive experimental antidepressants", & until we receive an apology out of the bitch we're not going over there again, not even for Christmas.