Med Adjustment Hate
I did not need this. The shrinks were adjusting Dmitri’s meds earlier in the week. Today sounded like an insane Twitter stream from another dimension. He babbled incessantly and would not shut up. He explained to me that the ghost of a camel, or something like that was controlling his mind through the keyboard of the goddess. He claimed that an ant society is petitioning for connection to the human Internet, because Facebook overwhelmed by pictures of discarded candy. WTF!?!
Dissociative State Hate
Did I mention that my beloved started running around in the living room half naked, screaming even more nonsense. Yep… It’s one of those days. I took him to the doctor. They gave him a shot of Ativan and now he seems better. Actually, he’s passed out now, but that’s a drastic improvement in his case.
I swear! Every time they adjust his meds or take one of them away, this stupidity happens. I hope he’s functional soon. We were supposed to go out on a date.
I’ve been told I sound like that when I’m “on food energy” (or dairydrunk, for that matter), babbling insanely about random shiite (well, so I’m told). Usually I find myself with a pen and paper in my hand writing poetry that even I don’t understand in the end (though I do find it intriguing) – else I’ll suddenly become aware that I’m wandering around the apartment talking to myself.
At least when I’m in those situations (poetry/awareness) it’s better than what dairydrunk is involved … the dairyhangovers are much worse and hardly worth it.
Sympathies.
-t.
Art and writing is definitely a productive way to deal with the crazies. That’s what Dmitri does, in addition to music.