Larry Lewis said:Anyway, the crazies have been quiet for a while now.
And I am definitely over here messing with my own brain chemistry too 😉
They're quiet, but for what reason? It’s not like they were there when I was actually trying to end it all—not that I stayed around long enough to hear an apology. 😛
It reminds me of that old series about the Black Rose, you know, that whole movement back in the eighties where people were essentially dropping like flies; that show still lingers in the cultural memory, doesn't it? My mother—though frankly, I have no clue if she's currently in Heaven, Hell, or some sort of purgatory 😁—was a total Rose type herself. She practically drank through everything in three days. I remember having my last cup of coffee by the ocean back in September 2014, and once I finally made it back, I just swallowed whatever was left in the cabinet. I spent twelve days in a coma, and then they hand me over to this doctor who had put me on ECT while lecturing her students about whether I was experiencing "regression" or some other clinical buzzword. Eventually, they hauled me off to Jackson—it was quite the "unique experience," to say the least. 🥳 Dealing with rebro haldol wtf at one place, or leponex wtf over at Jankomir? Now, they've switched me to Seroquel XR, and Lithium is off the table entirely 😛 because the feeding tube absolutely wrecked my thyroid. So, picture this: I stumble away from some clueless adjunct professor at the Medical School in Jankić, weighing thirty pounds heavier than when I left the bed, only to be rushed to a hospital in the city so my lungs wouldn't fail and I wouldn't drop dead. And now, 😂 I'm sitting here taking lung medication and smoking cigarettes... I wonder if I can keep this up until tomorrow.