without the Abilify to change
I had a hard time with the drugstore yesterday, filling my prescription for Abilify, the newest of the antipsychotics, not to mention that it has an effect on bipolar as well, & fuck Scientology. I woke up aroung 5:20, then worked on yesterday's blog for a long time. There was so much to tell. When Trish got out of bed, I called the drugstore to see if my 'scripts had gone thru. Trish's higher dose of Lamictal & a new Risperdal went thru; mine didn't. They said they were having problems with the dose.
Trish & I finally went to the Perky Pam Layout, where Cheri, as Karen had the day before, noticed Trish's jaw twitching: tardive dyskenesia; I hope they don't take her off her Risperdal for it. Unlike Tom Cruise, I know the history of psychiatry, & there is such a thing as a chemical imbalance. Bottom line is, Trish loses the medicine, she'll relapse.
So we played War for awhile, then Karen called with the news that she'd found us a futon for the basement on Tradio. We can finally go downstairs to sleep &/or have guests over.
Then she sent us over to the appliance store to look at washing machines. We found one on sale for $300, + delivery, but there's a mail-in rebate to recoup the extra money. We agreed to buy it, & it'll be delivered Monday.
In the meantime, we ran over to Western Drug to see about the prescription. Apparently, when Doc Larocque wrote it up for 2 5 mg. pills, which she'd intended me to take one for the first month & 2 for the 2nd, Medicaid didn't like the dose. I had a couple notes intended for Perky Pam, but they weren't signed, so after lunch at the Center, & while Trish was taking her shower, I ran over to the drugstore. Dominique had finally fixed the problem.
Mostly, we watched the Dark Angel marathon that we'd videotaped all afternoon, then Trish ordered out a lasagna pizza, & was so glad when the non-Car-girl Jeremy delivered it & not Bridget. Bridget is always complaining about Trish at work. She sees Charlene Upstairs today, so I hope this can be healed.
We listened to the College station, up to the point where Trish had to go up to the hospital for her sleep apnea test. Car-girl drove us, & I stayed with Trish, up to the point where they were prepared to glue the electrodes to her head. I descended in the elevator at the exact same time as Car-girl went up. When she finally dropped me off at home, I channel-surfed, up to the point where I found That 70s Show, but it was an episode where both Eric & Kelso had left, so it wasn't that funny.
I woke up around 6:00 this morning, & sat around with the CDs on, waiting for Trish to call -- & took my first Abilify, which I'm not feeling a buzz from just yet. She finally called around 6:30, & we stayed on the phone until she accidentally d/c'ed it, then several more minutes, after she called back. She's napping right now, but Car-girl promised to take her driving this afternoon, if she naps, so I'm letting her stay in bed as long as she feels like.
Trish & I finally went to the Perky Pam Layout, where Cheri, as Karen had the day before, noticed Trish's jaw twitching: tardive dyskenesia; I hope they don't take her off her Risperdal for it. Unlike Tom Cruise, I know the history of psychiatry, & there is such a thing as a chemical imbalance. Bottom line is, Trish loses the medicine, she'll relapse.
So we played War for awhile, then Karen called with the news that she'd found us a futon for the basement on Tradio. We can finally go downstairs to sleep &/or have guests over.
Then she sent us over to the appliance store to look at washing machines. We found one on sale for $300, + delivery, but there's a mail-in rebate to recoup the extra money. We agreed to buy it, & it'll be delivered Monday.
In the meantime, we ran over to Western Drug to see about the prescription. Apparently, when Doc Larocque wrote it up for 2 5 mg. pills, which she'd intended me to take one for the first month & 2 for the 2nd, Medicaid didn't like the dose. I had a couple notes intended for Perky Pam, but they weren't signed, so after lunch at the Center, & while Trish was taking her shower, I ran over to the drugstore. Dominique had finally fixed the problem.
Mostly, we watched the Dark Angel marathon that we'd videotaped all afternoon, then Trish ordered out a lasagna pizza, & was so glad when the non-Car-girl Jeremy delivered it & not Bridget. Bridget is always complaining about Trish at work. She sees Charlene Upstairs today, so I hope this can be healed.
We listened to the College station, up to the point where Trish had to go up to the hospital for her sleep apnea test. Car-girl drove us, & I stayed with Trish, up to the point where they were prepared to glue the electrodes to her head. I descended in the elevator at the exact same time as Car-girl went up. When she finally dropped me off at home, I channel-surfed, up to the point where I found That 70s Show, but it was an episode where both Eric & Kelso had left, so it wasn't that funny.
I woke up around 6:00 this morning, & sat around with the CDs on, waiting for Trish to call -- & took my first Abilify, which I'm not feeling a buzz from just yet. She finally called around 6:30, & we stayed on the phone until she accidentally d/c'ed it, then several more minutes, after she called back. She's napping right now, but Car-girl promised to take her driving this afternoon, if she naps, so I'm letting her stay in bed as long as she feels like.
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