Dr. Boze

Yesterday, I had my eye appointment with the surgeon who's done my last few eye surgeries. That morning I had particularly blurry vision, & asked if temazapam could do it; that I'd had the dose raised -- he questioned why I even need sleep medicine & wondered if I could try to do without it. With President Gas wiretapping my phone, now would be the worst possible time to experiment with any of my psych medicine, & piss on the Science of Church-a-tology.

That had me upset, & with my vision still blurry, I was only able to read one chapter of The Martian Race; instead I watched Guitar Pablo until Karen picked us up for budget. We ordered a taco pizza when we picked Trish up from work, & for supper knew the muffin man.

Fred will be coming over either today or sometime next week to move out our old record shelves.

Boze still makes me mad. If I'm consistently waking up before 6:00 & as early as 3:42 I don't see what he's thinking. I realize people sometimes do get over-medicated, but right now my illness is kicking in & making it necessary to take the higher dose. Also, I had the pharmacist check out my meds -- everything I'm on can blur vision, so it'd be a mistake to fix something that works. & once more, piss on the Science of Church-a-tology.