...when the haldol's in my blood--

--& the blood is in my head, then I'm better off than dead, & I guess that I just don't know, 'cause when the tranks begin to flow, I really don't care anymore:

OK, so Trish, like me, is on haldol decanoate, not the pills, but the long-acting shot. However, the medicine, being as potent as it is, has a side-effect -- many of them, actually -- called "oculogyric crisis", which can cause a person to roll their eyes & crane their head backward, & I will not cease from mental fight nor shall my sword sleep in my hand until we've eradicated Scientology from America's green & pleasant land; by the last part, meaning I hope this pseudo-scientific nut-group, the Science of Church-a-tology, never finds out about this. Anyway, Suzanne Locoweed (as my spell-checker wanted to render it) put her on some Benadryl in the morning, when they were happening. Unfortunately, Benadryl is also used as a sleeping pill, so we have to wake Trish at 6:00 every morning to take her side-effect pill. Decreasing the dosage of the haldol was a good idea, but Suzane was being stubborn about reducing Trish's dosage, so yesterday she simply refused her shot, with Perky Pam's approval. If she starts to flip out in the next couple days, we can have the shot a little late. We haven't had any real problems, other than the one with Trish drinking 1/2 a gallon of milk in 1 day, & I was being Cranky Bear that day, anyway. We'll see how the oculogyrics progress over the coming week, & possibly stop the Benadryl. & all the sick Scientologists with their sweet talk, they can all go take a fucking walk...