Dr. Day (& not the psychiatrist)
We spent most of the afternoon at the Clinic yesterday, after leaving the Perky Pam Layout. Trish had an appointment with Charlene Upstairs at 11:00, while I had an LAC meeting at Bullhook Clinic at 10:30. Trish attended the first 15 minutes of that with me, after the county health nurse squeezed us in for flu shots; otherwise, we would've needed to wait until next week.
My participation in the Local Area Council included mentioning that we should start to teach psychology at a Jung age, & that I could write to the non-Layout Pam for suggestions as to how to cope with childhood schizophrenia, which you can read about in The Mind-Warp Era by W.C. Leadbeater, an incredibly hot book.
I was sitting next to a cop. I almost had the copper jitters. I did volunteer for CITI, in order to educate the cops on mental illness, which is, he said they'd rather play with big guns.
I met Trish at the Layout, where Cheri served us pork. Then we got to the Clinic, & waited, & waited, & waited, & there was no one there with the works to give us a sweet taste. Finally got to see the Dr., but she was on-call, so we had to wait awhile in the examination room. Then, after she decided to do a biopsy, Trish decided she needed to use the bathroom, so we had to wait some more. After that, we needed an EKG & for Trish to be scheduled for a sonogram of her heart -- she had open heart surgery as an infant.
After we finally got out of there, Trish decided she wanted to walk over to the hospital cafeteria, where we had Chinese food, & a mishap with the snack machine yielded 2 bags of Chex Mix while we waited some more for the taxi. The man just blew it off. The woman came quickly after Trish called a 2nd time.
When we came home all I really wanted to do was watch TV. SpongeBob Square-pants kept Trish amused for awhile, then an episode of Friends scared her 'cause it dealt with gambling. We went to bed early, 9:00, as we were both tired. I had some bad dreams that someone was tapping on the door; it might've been the hamster, & in general, slept poorly.
Karen promised to do budget with us today. We're expecting a call around 11:00. Trish will be getting up in around 2 minutes, & I have to do a story for Critters, when my vision is ebbing away. I do not know if I can Critter Pheonix Enthralled. I don't know how helpful they'd be, anyway. They might misconstrue much of the very nature of the project, & besides, all the average Critter knows about alchemy is "lead into gold" & "you can't use 'Philosopher's Stone' 'cause it was in a Harry Potter book.'" I may stay in the group long enough to Critter Ted's latest creation, & I've still got to tell Bill Warren that I don't believe in Creation. It's a cop-out for a scientist, & means he's not doing his job. The only basis there could possibly be for it is mysticism. Tra-la! for the mystery cults! I'm a mystic man, & once the medical marijuana laws are out of the DEA's hands in the latest Congress (Jon Tester said he'd vote Yes on the Hinchey-Rohrabacker Amendment), I'll be on dope. Yeah, I know, I really should wait until then to bring Simon Farber out of retirement, but the Abilify seems to similarly boost my creativity.
Once that's done, it's the sword-&-sorcery (nearest approximating sub-genre) Noc-Lar (I'm a Heavy Metal addict), followed by Arn. God, I wish I hadn't thrown the original version.
Trish is up now, so I've got to book. I'll be doing the crit tomorrow, if I can muddle my way thru one. If not, I may have to drop out.
Until tomorrow it's just another manic morning.
My participation in the Local Area Council included mentioning that we should start to teach psychology at a Jung age, & that I could write to the non-Layout Pam for suggestions as to how to cope with childhood schizophrenia, which you can read about in The Mind-Warp Era by W.C. Leadbeater, an incredibly hot book.
I was sitting next to a cop. I almost had the copper jitters. I did volunteer for CITI, in order to educate the cops on mental illness, which is, he said they'd rather play with big guns.
I met Trish at the Layout, where Cheri served us pork. Then we got to the Clinic, & waited, & waited, & waited, & there was no one there with the works to give us a sweet taste. Finally got to see the Dr., but she was on-call, so we had to wait awhile in the examination room. Then, after she decided to do a biopsy, Trish decided she needed to use the bathroom, so we had to wait some more. After that, we needed an EKG & for Trish to be scheduled for a sonogram of her heart -- she had open heart surgery as an infant.
After we finally got out of there, Trish decided she wanted to walk over to the hospital cafeteria, where we had Chinese food, & a mishap with the snack machine yielded 2 bags of Chex Mix while we waited some more for the taxi. The man just blew it off. The woman came quickly after Trish called a 2nd time.
When we came home all I really wanted to do was watch TV. SpongeBob Square-pants kept Trish amused for awhile, then an episode of Friends scared her 'cause it dealt with gambling. We went to bed early, 9:00, as we were both tired. I had some bad dreams that someone was tapping on the door; it might've been the hamster, & in general, slept poorly.
Karen promised to do budget with us today. We're expecting a call around 11:00. Trish will be getting up in around 2 minutes, & I have to do a story for Critters, when my vision is ebbing away. I do not know if I can Critter Pheonix Enthralled. I don't know how helpful they'd be, anyway. They might misconstrue much of the very nature of the project, & besides, all the average Critter knows about alchemy is "lead into gold" & "you can't use 'Philosopher's Stone' 'cause it was in a Harry Potter book.'" I may stay in the group long enough to Critter Ted's latest creation, & I've still got to tell Bill Warren that I don't believe in Creation. It's a cop-out for a scientist, & means he's not doing his job. The only basis there could possibly be for it is mysticism. Tra-la! for the mystery cults! I'm a mystic man, & once the medical marijuana laws are out of the DEA's hands in the latest Congress (Jon Tester said he'd vote Yes on the Hinchey-Rohrabacker Amendment), I'll be on dope. Yeah, I know, I really should wait until then to bring Simon Farber out of retirement, but the Abilify seems to similarly boost my creativity.
Once that's done, it's the sword-&-sorcery (nearest approximating sub-genre) Noc-Lar (I'm a Heavy Metal addict), followed by Arn. God, I wish I hadn't thrown the original version.
Trish is up now, so I've got to book. I'll be doing the crit tomorrow, if I can muddle my way thru one. If not, I may have to drop out.
Until tomorrow it's just another manic morning.
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