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God & it's been almost a week & speaking of God, this is Sunday but we aren't going to Church as Trish had a sleepless night. She blames it on her Diet Mountain Dew from the Bear Creek Drive-in (home of the world famous Hideous Burger), but it could be a manifestation of the illness I. Ron Steele says she doesn't need meds for. I don't know what his problem is. He's not a Scientologist, so he's either a Scooby or someone with a mental illness who's paranoid about his illness, the same way Biggie got paranoid of dog food & killed his Precious with table scraps.
Last Sunday, Karen the Kaseworker (not the Relationships kind) picked us up about 4:00, to drive us to the City of Electric Light, home of Eldritch & Doc Larocque. We didn't stop at Loma, cuz we had no time to waste. After we got into the Comfort Inn we drove to the Golden Corral & pigged out. Karen had a steak but I mostly ate stuff like salads & pizza. I was so stuffed, I didn't even feel like eating any macaroni & cheese.
The next morning, after we actually woke Trish up before 7:00. we ate a continental brecchie at the Electric Motel & then took Trish to the denturist to have her teeth realigned. He takes Medicaid, & doesn't even charge a co-pay. We did some shopping at the Electric Sam's Club, & then Trish & I ate lunch at Subway, where all she had was a bowl of soup, being without her teeth.
Doc Larocque agreed with me: drop the haldol & replace it with Risperdal. Trish is being very slowly tapered off her haldol & also having the other med built up to twice its old dosage, a change Suzanne didn't even contemplate cuz psilocybin takes you down to the living water. Or something like that. I really couldn't believe it when Suzanne said she's seen EPS as bad as haldol from Risperdal, nor do I agree with the decision she made a year ago to take Trish off of Risperdal. I had to spend a month of anguish equivalent to Kimothy for that.
So then we found the tattoo parlor, after driving around some. Karen took off while Trish showed the guy her bumblebee off the Internet. He changed his price from 40 to 50 buckadingdongs, but, fearing he'd demand cash, I'd only saved the $40 he'd asked on the phone, so he let us have it for $45, as I still had $7 on top of the quoted price. He used 5 colors of ink & Trish regaled him with comments about her Bumblebee Bear.
On the way out of town, we picked up some RB-burgers, but when we arrived in Invisible City Karen forgot to give them to us, so I cooked some vegetarian stir-fry, though I so did not want to do any cooking.
Tuesday Trish went into Pizza the Hutt to observe people in the dishroom, while Car-girl & I waited & drank Diet Pepsi. The next day, Trish called a girl called Sabre & she said Trish has the job. She's doing her last day of duty at McRonald's the 18th, & then transfers across the street for orientation the next day.
This marks a new phase in my life: dropping out of the Perky Pam Layout, which is now Ruth-less & ruled by Cheri, who mostly just cooks a meal & babies Noncorean. Mostly, I need the time to write: when I started to attend the Layout while still living with Union Maid, it was Judy Snooty driving me to distraction that drove me into the Ruth-ful place; now it's time to go back to tormenting my typewriter on a daily basis, though I still prefer to do it with Real Atomic submarines.
This also means seeing the dietician once again, for one last time, to get some kind of meal plan. Suzette Wiccan is a real slim she-wanna; you can tell she diets herself -- but Karen decided we couldn't afford her, so since then I've weighed about the same for a year. Being that I don't want Trish living off a diet of pizza, I've decided we're going to eat one big meal in the morning & then something when Trish gets home, so I can plan around some kind of diabetic diet -- which transcends Biggie; his Relationships has screwed up his mind. At least he didn't contest custody of Union Maid.
Cloak of night...
Last Sunday, Karen the Kaseworker (not the Relationships kind) picked us up about 4:00, to drive us to the City of Electric Light, home of Eldritch & Doc Larocque. We didn't stop at Loma, cuz we had no time to waste. After we got into the Comfort Inn we drove to the Golden Corral & pigged out. Karen had a steak but I mostly ate stuff like salads & pizza. I was so stuffed, I didn't even feel like eating any macaroni & cheese.
The next morning, after we actually woke Trish up before 7:00. we ate a continental brecchie at the Electric Motel & then took Trish to the denturist to have her teeth realigned. He takes Medicaid, & doesn't even charge a co-pay. We did some shopping at the Electric Sam's Club, & then Trish & I ate lunch at Subway, where all she had was a bowl of soup, being without her teeth.
Doc Larocque agreed with me: drop the haldol & replace it with Risperdal. Trish is being very slowly tapered off her haldol & also having the other med built up to twice its old dosage, a change Suzanne didn't even contemplate cuz psilocybin takes you down to the living water. Or something like that. I really couldn't believe it when Suzanne said she's seen EPS as bad as haldol from Risperdal, nor do I agree with the decision she made a year ago to take Trish off of Risperdal. I had to spend a month of anguish equivalent to Kimothy for that.
So then we found the tattoo parlor, after driving around some. Karen took off while Trish showed the guy her bumblebee off the Internet. He changed his price from 40 to 50 buckadingdongs, but, fearing he'd demand cash, I'd only saved the $40 he'd asked on the phone, so he let us have it for $45, as I still had $7 on top of the quoted price. He used 5 colors of ink & Trish regaled him with comments about her Bumblebee Bear.
On the way out of town, we picked up some RB-burgers, but when we arrived in Invisible City Karen forgot to give them to us, so I cooked some vegetarian stir-fry, though I so did not want to do any cooking.
Tuesday Trish went into Pizza the Hutt to observe people in the dishroom, while Car-girl & I waited & drank Diet Pepsi. The next day, Trish called a girl called Sabre & she said Trish has the job. She's doing her last day of duty at McRonald's the 18th, & then transfers across the street for orientation the next day.
This marks a new phase in my life: dropping out of the Perky Pam Layout, which is now Ruth-less & ruled by Cheri, who mostly just cooks a meal & babies Noncorean. Mostly, I need the time to write: when I started to attend the Layout while still living with Union Maid, it was Judy Snooty driving me to distraction that drove me into the Ruth-ful place; now it's time to go back to tormenting my typewriter on a daily basis, though I still prefer to do it with Real Atomic submarines.
This also means seeing the dietician once again, for one last time, to get some kind of meal plan. Suzette Wiccan is a real slim she-wanna; you can tell she diets herself -- but Karen decided we couldn't afford her, so since then I've weighed about the same for a year. Being that I don't want Trish living off a diet of pizza, I've decided we're going to eat one big meal in the morning & then something when Trish gets home, so I can plan around some kind of diabetic diet -- which transcends Biggie; his Relationships has screwed up his mind. At least he didn't contest custody of Union Maid.
Cloak of night...
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