crisis for Trish (work)
Yesterday, when Trish came home from Pizza Hut, closing in on 3Death, she was very distraught. Apparently, she'd upset Jeremy & Brandy: the situation had been a conflict due to that everyone had turned into Cranky Bear that day. The oven (can't run a restaurant without one) had busted & a bunch of people had to come in at 4:30 to fix it. Jeremy & Brandy were both like, "Why do you always ask other people to do your job for you?"
Thing is, Trish did ask for Brandy to do her job; she yelled back, "Go home! Go home! Go home!"
So when Trish really did come home, I couldn't stop her from crying. She's extremely scared that she's going to get a warning over it. I finally got her to let me talk to Jackie in the City of Electric Light. Voice mail. Am trying to get her on Restorel (temazapam), would replace both trazedone & Klonopin. Much of this started when they tried reducing her Klonopin. I did tell Jackie that I couldn't get Trish to talk on the telephone. She eventually decided it was OK to talk to Charlene Upstairs, who calmed Trish down some, & told me, "You did the right thing by calling the nurses,"
Trish subsequently took a bath, while I played & replayed Blue Sunday. Then we turned the college station on, while we boiled our No-bake. (You can make No-bakes on the stove top now.)
Later on, we kalled Karen over it. Her take on it? We're not supposed to call Jackie, except when it's an emergency. Which it was. So there.
I spent a lot of time napping yesterday, as I'd barely slept last night. Edited a few scenes in Dawn, then waited for Trish's histrionic call.
Took 3 trazadone last night. Slept OK. Woke up at 2:00, 4:00, slept some more, then finally went on the Internet at 5:00. My usual time has been 6:00, before the roller-coaster chemical ride in my brain destabilized. Seroquel worked fine, up to the point where I gained 30 lb.s. Now I have to wait to see if my Abilify has made me diabetic. Again. (There's a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold.)
Fred is supposed to come over at 11:00 today, to mail my $100 painting; I got the check Monday. If I didn''t accidentally delete the emai. Also want to see about getting a new color cartridge for my OfficeJet.
Thus spake Brain Ego: Here come the warm jets!
Thing is, Trish did ask for Brandy to do her job; she yelled back, "Go home! Go home! Go home!"
So when Trish really did come home, I couldn't stop her from crying. She's extremely scared that she's going to get a warning over it. I finally got her to let me talk to Jackie in the City of Electric Light. Voice mail. Am trying to get her on Restorel (temazapam), would replace both trazedone & Klonopin. Much of this started when they tried reducing her Klonopin. I did tell Jackie that I couldn't get Trish to talk on the telephone. She eventually decided it was OK to talk to Charlene Upstairs, who calmed Trish down some, & told me, "You did the right thing by calling the nurses,"
Trish subsequently took a bath, while I played & replayed Blue Sunday. Then we turned the college station on, while we boiled our No-bake. (You can make No-bakes on the stove top now.)
Later on, we kalled Karen over it. Her take on it? We're not supposed to call Jackie, except when it's an emergency. Which it was. So there.
I spent a lot of time napping yesterday, as I'd barely slept last night. Edited a few scenes in Dawn, then waited for Trish's histrionic call.
Took 3 trazadone last night. Slept OK. Woke up at 2:00, 4:00, slept some more, then finally went on the Internet at 5:00. My usual time has been 6:00, before the roller-coaster chemical ride in my brain destabilized. Seroquel worked fine, up to the point where I gained 30 lb.s. Now I have to wait to see if my Abilify has made me diabetic. Again. (There's a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold.)
Fred is supposed to come over at 11:00 today, to mail my $100 painting; I got the check Monday. If I didn''t accidentally delete the emai. Also want to see about getting a new color cartridge for my OfficeJet.
Thus spake Brain Ego: Here come the warm jets!
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