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.
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.
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