I just bought the most amazing rocking chair... ever. Obviously, I've been thinking quite a bit about rocking chairs in general because of Kyle's amazing rocking chair project and all the fascinating... I still look eagerly into the sitting room before shutting the door behind me, a smile on my face... but only five salivating cats demanding food are there to greet me. And an awesome rocking chair!!
...father to stop trying to kill me, as that is very annoying. Thank you.----- That was fun! Zerah, you should try it. Not now… I think I hear our writer coming. RUN! *Shafter enters* What is all this stuff written in my blog? *ponders, then shakes head* Might as well post it. "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." -E.L. Doctorow ~Lisa Shafter (with the help of Myron and Zerah)
My own doctor's appointment today... very discouraging... my medications have been increased and I have received a figurative slap on the wrist for forgetting to take doses on occasion. Not only that...requested that I leave the group. I just brought Eliza to the last meeting, for some added support... *sigh* If this continues for too long, I might lose my job at the hospital. Wie schreklich...
...chances like that seldom come by, if ever. Ironically, it takes more than reading Disturbia's lyrics to suddenly also realise what it must truly feel like for someone very close to me, who has schizophrenia. It was the video that really hit home to me. Disturbing, and sad. Not enough people can truly understand or come to see the various worlds of the mentally ill, and I think its because...
How is it possible that for every day that passes I seem to become more and more bitter? Just a week ago, I would have been happy just living life and allowingwhatever happens to happen. But now, I seem...managed to stay at more than a satisfactory level. Am I willing to lose that? Will I lose that? God, so many questions, so many non-answers... Yeah, I'm a little sick in the head. So sue me. ~C
... and he was happy to be there. He also learned a word for his pain. A word for his difficulties in speech, in concentration, in bringing people to see connections only he could see. The word was Schizophrenia. No one was ever going to see the world as Edmund did. Now he knew it. knew it deep down. The perceptions he had thought were so brilliant may have only been delusions. This was devastating...
The Stretta Procedure: In this post, I will fix the entire music industry : I think we can agree that very few people are paying for recorded music today. Plenty of people are consuming recorded music...about peanut butter, deodorant, tampons, whatever. Musicians get paid. Advertisers get a new outlet. Consumers get free music. Everybody wins. Pharyngula: Family night at the sushi bar :
...knew I was schizophrenic, but... wow. I went on Abilify because 120mg (twice the highest dose) of Ritalin LA wasn't working, so I figured it was negative effects of schizo mixed with ADD and the schizophrenia was getting worse. Anyways, got me a new psychiatrist and got me some new drugs (start new drugs but keep the old...) and now... everything is more normal. It all tastes different, smells...
