Roller coasters in the rain
Well, another day begins. It's raining outside, like an English rain. Endless. Light. Pefect for sleeping. So, I'm going to lay down again until they call me for something.
They finally drew some blood from me to check my lithium levels. If they are good then I will ask to leave tomorrow. Maybe. It depends on how I feel the rest of the day.
People are confising in me, and that bothers me. I don't want or need to hear about people's pasts. I also regret that Dante came to visit for he has been a great topic of conversation. The one nutty woman keeps asking me if Heidi is my daughter and that is getting annoying, for I have answered her countless times. Ah, well. The joys of being a mental patient.
One of the techs, Susan, was just in to "check" how I'm doing. I told her about my frustration with the meds and the bi-polar diagnosis. I AM NOT BI-POLAR!! I am a depressed son-of-a-bitch!! The meds are giving me SUPER mood swings! I was never really manic, I would just feel good enough to operate. Now, I am genuinely manic, bouncing along, laughing at averything. Then I crash and want to either shoot myself or shoot my useless doctor. Social worker boy is game, too, so he better watch his back.
What a coincidence!! that was social worker boy at my door. I think he is conversing with Heidi. Good for him. I guess they still want me out today but he said he's gonna try to get me another day. Woo hoo!! We shall see.
So much for taking a nap, too. Just as well, for I'm not really tired. I just love the damned roller coaster ride they've put me on!!
They finally drew some blood from me to check my lithium levels. If they are good then I will ask to leave tomorrow. Maybe. It depends on how I feel the rest of the day.
People are confising in me, and that bothers me. I don't want or need to hear about people's pasts. I also regret that Dante came to visit for he has been a great topic of conversation. The one nutty woman keeps asking me if Heidi is my daughter and that is getting annoying, for I have answered her countless times. Ah, well. The joys of being a mental patient.
One of the techs, Susan, was just in to "check" how I'm doing. I told her about my frustration with the meds and the bi-polar diagnosis. I AM NOT BI-POLAR!! I am a depressed son-of-a-bitch!! The meds are giving me SUPER mood swings! I was never really manic, I would just feel good enough to operate. Now, I am genuinely manic, bouncing along, laughing at averything. Then I crash and want to either shoot myself or shoot my useless doctor. Social worker boy is game, too, so he better watch his back.
What a coincidence!! that was social worker boy at my door. I think he is conversing with Heidi. Good for him. I guess they still want me out today but he said he's gonna try to get me another day. Woo hoo!! We shall see.
So much for taking a nap, too. Just as well, for I'm not really tired. I just love the damned roller coaster ride they've put me on!!
posted by Cherrycat at 12:00 PM
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