mania-depression & fuck Scientology
The last couple of days have been hard on the true Rootboy covered with slime (that's me, folks!). Trish has been doing nothing but whine about her medication. She thinks she's "depressed", but she's able to do the bathroom floor on her day off & she's doing OK at work. Now I'm hearing that she wants to quit her job because she's tired of being a Noncorean role model & Russ & Sam stopped her on the way to McRonald's -- when she hasn't worked that job in years.
Every few minutes it's, "Jim, I'm depressed; I need my Lamictal raised". When I try to tell her that I don't see any symptoms, she'll turn around & say, "But I feel like quitting". My personal belief is that she's simply going thru a lot of anxiety about returning to work after being off for 3 weeks. I also think part of it is coming from tooling the bat-mobile to Pizza Hut every day; she's still insecure over her driving. She admits that she went stir-crazy from doing nothing but watching TV/listening to music for all that time, but no one at the Layout understands her working -- you're going to let Rusty Copper tell you this? He's brain-damaged from huffing paint, & all he ever does is sit around & get thoroughly descoobied on Mountain Fresh beer, not to mention dem God-made herb, on top of which he fences hot property.
The only thing that I really see in Trish that might require a med change is that her sleep cycle has changed. She used to always sleep until the alarm went off; here lately she's been waking up at 5:00, when I do. As for myself, I think I'm entering a hypomania & may need to start to take more temazapam at bedtime until the Depakote kicks in.
We called Karen (the non-skinny-dog one) about it last night, & she said she doesn't think Trish is suffering from "mania depression" & doesn't need a med change. Since Charlene is booked up until August, Karen suggested having her meet with Joe. She also suggested having Dr. Huffman consult with Doc Larocque. We have to wait 2 months to see her in the flesh, but something could be orchestrated thru the electronic wire. I just don't know what Trish is going to do if she doesn't get her med change. She'll throw a fit & then it'll be impossible to live with her. I'm already constantly hearing a lot of whining. I think, though, that we've finally convinced her that she needs to see Joe before she goes off & sees a doctor.
Part of the problem is Dr. Locoweed. She has a problem with Trish seeing outside doctors. Although she is here in town & could render a med change a lot sooner, she doesn't really listen to her patients. Doc Larocque had to take Trish off haldol & Depakote. I'm having some real problems with oculogyric crises & know Plush Suzette wouldn't even consider for a minute taking me off haldol. It's true, I love it when Perky Pam puts a spike into my vein, but the mind-dissolving power of the bizarre cognitive experiences is too great for me to want off the med & the Xanax just makes me tired.
So I suppose that if I'm hypomanic that I should try to do as much writing as possible, remain in the clear, white light before the shadow of depression once again possesses my mind. At this point, I'm still bummed out over Bill's rejection of the Hog & am afraid that he'll reject me for having a mental illness. I suppose if he does that I don't need his art. "Fixing" the Hog is mostly just a matter of using the word-replace key, but I'm not sure that I can get that thru to him.
Trish will be waking up pretty soon. She has to get the stitches out of her foot this morning. I think that she finally fell back to sleep. I'm hoping that she won't start whining too much, but I guess that we'll just have to wait & see.
Every few minutes it's, "Jim, I'm depressed; I need my Lamictal raised". When I try to tell her that I don't see any symptoms, she'll turn around & say, "But I feel like quitting". My personal belief is that she's simply going thru a lot of anxiety about returning to work after being off for 3 weeks. I also think part of it is coming from tooling the bat-mobile to Pizza Hut every day; she's still insecure over her driving. She admits that she went stir-crazy from doing nothing but watching TV/listening to music for all that time, but no one at the Layout understands her working -- you're going to let Rusty Copper tell you this? He's brain-damaged from huffing paint, & all he ever does is sit around & get thoroughly descoobied on Mountain Fresh beer, not to mention dem God-made herb, on top of which he fences hot property.
The only thing that I really see in Trish that might require a med change is that her sleep cycle has changed. She used to always sleep until the alarm went off; here lately she's been waking up at 5:00, when I do. As for myself, I think I'm entering a hypomania & may need to start to take more temazapam at bedtime until the Depakote kicks in.
We called Karen (the non-skinny-dog one) about it last night, & she said she doesn't think Trish is suffering from "mania depression" & doesn't need a med change. Since Charlene is booked up until August, Karen suggested having her meet with Joe. She also suggested having Dr. Huffman consult with Doc Larocque. We have to wait 2 months to see her in the flesh, but something could be orchestrated thru the electronic wire. I just don't know what Trish is going to do if she doesn't get her med change. She'll throw a fit & then it'll be impossible to live with her. I'm already constantly hearing a lot of whining. I think, though, that we've finally convinced her that she needs to see Joe before she goes off & sees a doctor.
Part of the problem is Dr. Locoweed. She has a problem with Trish seeing outside doctors. Although she is here in town & could render a med change a lot sooner, she doesn't really listen to her patients. Doc Larocque had to take Trish off haldol & Depakote. I'm having some real problems with oculogyric crises & know Plush Suzette wouldn't even consider for a minute taking me off haldol. It's true, I love it when Perky Pam puts a spike into my vein, but the mind-dissolving power of the bizarre cognitive experiences is too great for me to want off the med & the Xanax just makes me tired.
So I suppose that if I'm hypomanic that I should try to do as much writing as possible, remain in the clear, white light before the shadow of depression once again possesses my mind. At this point, I'm still bummed out over Bill's rejection of the Hog & am afraid that he'll reject me for having a mental illness. I suppose if he does that I don't need his art. "Fixing" the Hog is mostly just a matter of using the word-replace key, but I'm not sure that I can get that thru to him.
Trish will be waking up pretty soon. She has to get the stitches out of her foot this morning. I think that she finally fell back to sleep. I'm hoping that she won't start whining too much, but I guess that we'll just have to wait & see.
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