Head meds –

The following is not thought out or planned but a stream of conscious sort of thing ( A term i actually despise mind you – too much like performance art – just another way of being lazy and not studying the art form being molested immediately following the labeling of it)

Or – it is a leetle bitch session about how crazy is crazy enough and how much money is either too much or too little. (I don’t mention money too much after all – oh well. Just picture me saying all this in line for a block of cheese in a parking lot somewhere)

I guess – since I am able to tell them,”hey I’m not doing so hot without my meds, can really feel the difference. Any Suggestions on how I can afford-ably see a doc to get a new script?” It seems I am not in enough,  or enough of a danger to take serious. Seems that although I WAS already on the meds and  since two professionals thought is was a good idea, along with the fact that I went off in a week with no planning or real support structure in place, was just not as important as, “So, you are not armed or standing on a stool with an extension cord around your neck?”  ~  “No mam, I am not.”  ~  “Oh good. The next available appointment is August 22, 2008.”

She actually did say 2008. I wonder what she would have said if I was really normal, 2009?

So the Urgent Care doc that has, by default become my GP did write me a script – she also, (big nasty tirade of name calling and animals sounds goes here) charged me as a new patient since it was a new thing, situation, body part. Grrrrr mmmmmMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!

What does it say about me when the Mormon’s no show me? You think they looked me up, found this, and decided my number should be uncounted? Suppose to be here at 2:00pm. I love talking with those guys. Especially when I am using power tools.

Anyways (not a real word, correct anyone who says it – so irritating!) I ended up with a 30 day supply although the goal was for 60 or 90. Effect = I spent 25.00  more on a visit that didn’t even last 30 minutes like my psychiatrist does and I still had to wait at Wal-Mart for meds.  The new kid behind the counter got me excited (not like that) say, “Isn’t that on the Four Dollar Plan?” (maybe it was like that after all) No, it was not on $4.00 plan.

So – I lay faith in the my landlord being understanding come the first,  and lots of faith something, anything coming together in 10 days.

Well – that’s enough. It just cracks me up – you really need to be a mess to get anywhere in the system although – the ones that are, that meet the need, the ones they will help, NO INTEREST in it.

This calls for ice cream.

More on the play, if I will be kicked out of apartment, if I sell my car, if I make a sale at work , if I bite my freaking tongue again! Damn thing has been in there 45 years – you think I would be used to it by now.

Peaceless, Ant-Knee