Space Exploration

My daughter starts her first job today! It’s at Goodwill. But, believe it or not, it was her first choice and she got hired two days after she got her license! She has been buying all her clothes at thrift stores for the past few years. Except her Doc Marten’s. She has started wearing dresses and skirts for the first time since she was 4 and started choosing her own clothes. That was a shocker. She would pitch a fit whenever her mom tried to make her wear them. But now she is into boys and has a serious boyfriend.

The Goodwill store is about a mile from me. Yesterday I told her I was going to come in and embarrass her. She said, “Please don’t.” I said, joking. I asked her if I was going to get the inside scoop on the good t-shirts now but she isn’t allowed to buy anything until it has been on the rack for a week. I like to go there once in a while because I can usually find an interesting shirt, never worn with the tags still on it. But still only 6 bucks. She is only scheduled 15 hours a week but it pays $11 per hour. I was surprised. I thought it would be minimum wage. $7.35 an hour which is ludicrous because it has only increased by 10 cents in 40 years. Here in America, the richest country in the world. That is a big Fuck You! to the common man. I said she will be excited to make her own bank. She has really taken to having her own car. She knows how to jump start the battery and check and fill the oil. She is afraid to do the coolant but she will have to learn since the warning light keeps coming on.

My anxiety is still under control. That is pretty cool. It was the first time in my life I really thought it could last forever. Now my biggest anxiety is the super anxiety returning. Now I am back to my little fears I can quash pretty quickly. I am having a newish disturbance. It started a few months ago as annoyance but now it is incredibly intrusive. I will hear short phrases or bits of the last song I heard repeating all day and night. I can’t fully fall asleep. I have had songs stuck in my head before but this is different. It takes over half of my brain. Strangely, I can quell it with deep breathing but I can’t concentrate on that and something else at the same time. Luckily a few days ago I discovered if I listen to one of the chillout or lo-fi hip hop stations streaming on YouTube while I’m writing one of these in the morning, I can usually hear it for the rest of the day. It’s not entirely unpleasant. The worst is when I’m watching television and they play a short clip of a familiar song, it just sticks. Yesterday sucked. There is a commercial for some product and all day I heard, “Build me up, Buttercup.” Over and over. I tried YouTube a few times but it didn’t work. I don’t know… It’s not really interfering with my life. I’m still taking care of myself and my responsibilities. I’m still focused on my daughter and glad I can share in her happiness.

The Truth Shall Set You Free!

My doctor said, “Your medications are making you worse.” He called it, The Paradoxical Effect. He started explaining it to me but I already knew, I just didn’t know it was a thing with a name, I thought it was me getting worse. He didn’t say anything about stopping any medications. I was pissed. I yelled, “You mean my whole life had been one big, horrible side effect?” He only replied, “Do you want therapy?” Something he has been trying to get me to do again for months. I said the same thing I always say, “I don’t know, Jim, I don’t trust anyone right now.” He told me to set an appointment for two weeks. I called the office and made it a month. I needed sometime to think. That was the last time we spoke.

I don’t understand. Was that his way of telling me to stop my meds? Is he not allowed as a psychiatrist to suggest quitting? It doesn’t really matter because I was already unintentionally tapering off the Latuda. I could not tolerate the pain and uncontrollable movement caused by akathisia. I was already skipping doses when I could not force myself to intentionally swallow a pill that I knew would cause me pain from the moment I woke up the next day. I didn’t tell him that only a few days prior I had made a plan to cut down and stop as quickly as I could. I don’t know how fast is too fast; I gave myself a month but I am sure I cannot handle 30 straight days of akathisia symptoms. It is real horror show like!

No medication has ever really worked for me but I would always think, imagine how bad I would be without medication. He told me I am at the end of the line when it comes to anti-psychotics. I recently read several articles saying after decades of being on them with no real improvement, the patient usually does better without them. That also went into my decision to quit.

I had suspicions my medications were having an opposite effect in the past. I really believe it after ceasing Sapphris last December and having several strong symptoms disappear the next day. The symptoms that had me agree to double the Sapphris thinking it was supposed to helping. Maybe I do need more, I thought. I even picked up the higher dose at the pharmacy but before I returned back home I knew there was no way I could handle twice as much of that shit.

I became suspicious of all my medications and decided to next try the trazadone. I know it is not an effective anti-depressant and is usually prescribed for sleep. It wasn’t doing much for my sleep. It also made me feel awful both mentally and physically when I took it but still couldn’t sleep. It was no problem to quit. Now for the first time in forever I fall asleep easily with no aids.

I’m not telling anyone to quit their medications and I feel wrong about bashing the side effects for so long on here. Now my doctor tells me I am one of the lucky ones with the paradoxical effect. I’m not sure how it is going to work out but I have to try. All I know now is I am on the lowest amount of Latuda I have ever taken and the only thing that has changed is the akathisia has gotten worse. It doesn’t seem to be dose dependent.

I don’t suggest trying any of the above.

Imagine if you will

Robot Brain

Tuesday, the 8th of June: I can’t comply with either of these medications. I have been taking a Latuda about once every 4 days. He wants me to take it every day but I can’t tolerate the pain in my calf muscles. I can’t go cold turkey either. That was extremely unpleasant. The off days I take the Vraylar. That shit fucks you up mentally. It’s the weirdest thing. I went on Drugs.com to read what other people said about it. The first 2 people said they slept exactly from 9pm to 4 am and then they were up for the day. I’m like, yeah, okay, how does it know what time zone you are in? I totally discounted their stories. Now here I am; it doesn’t matter what time of day I take it, 9pm, I’m in bed. I don’t really sleep but I”m not fully conscious. I’m aware of my mind running the whole time. Then… 4am… I open my eyes and I am up for the day. Not tired. Last night I thought I had an A-HA moment. I opened my eyes at 2am and felt like a “normal” day. I said, fuck this, I am closing my eyes and staying in bed the full 8 hours. I couldn’t close my eyes. I kept checking the time but it just didn’t feel right. Finally, I looked at my wristwatch and it was (did you guess?) 4am. The battery on my wall clock started dying in the middle of the night and was 2 hours slow! Now my ears are ringing like I have tinnitus. I really hope it’s unrelated. I didn’t take anything Saturday so I could function at my daughter’s the next day. I was fine.

Wednesday, the 9th of June, 2021: I biked to and from my daughter’s house last Sunday. That puts another 25 miles of pedaling on the calendar. I already forgot the total from the week before. We watched “Tangled” (Rapunzel) It was pretty good. I don’t have Disney channel at my place. I asked my daughter if she thought the guy was a little too old for Rapunzel who just turned 18. She said she didn’t know. I don’t think she is ever going to let me meet one of her boyfriends. She turns 16 this month. I usually give her cash because that is what she wants but I am not giving her cash for her 16th. I was thinking of having flowers sent to her house the day before her birthday. I don’t know what kind though. Would red roses be weird to get from your dad? I saw a local florist’s website. I could get a pretty good arrangement. Maybe I will call and ask for advice. The website was outdated. It still had Xmas flowers, but it was well done. I also need help writing the card. I want it to say something like, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life,” but a completely different phrase that means the same thing. I already dropped some coin on a Queens of The Stone Age, Vinyl. It was expensive because it was never re-released. She has quite the vinyl collection now.


“… you told me not to drive, but I made it home alive, so you said that only proves that I’m insane.” Billy Joel, “You May Be Right”

Thursday, the 10th day of June 2021: J___ stopped by a few weeks ago. I told her it doesn’t matter how long she is gone, I never wonder if I’m going to see her again. I know she will be back. She smiled and gave me a big hug. She called at the perfect time. When I saw her name on my phone I was like, There is no way I am not picking this up!

Yesterday I managed to get a blog written. I think I’m going to publish it Friday. So you will read that before I post this one.

[callback] Vraylar (cariprazine) 0 of 5 stars: Would not recommend.

Saturday, the 12th: All this time I have been trying to figure out what they did, I didn’t realize I wasn’t taking enough of anything. Oopsie.

You may be right

Robot Brain

“Friday night I crashed your party, Saturday I said I’m sorry, Sunday came and trashed me out again… I was only having fun, wasn’t hurting anyone and we all enjoyed the weekend for a change” You May Be Right, Billy Joel

5/31/21: Monday: I remember the big fuss over football players disrespecting the National Anthem. My grandfather fought in World War II and he used that time before sporting events on television to go take a piss and get himself another beer.

His oldest son (my uncle) kept up the military tradition by volunteering for two tours in Vietnam. He came home alive but shortly after that he suicided with his service rifle the same year I was born. That was the end of any military aspirations for my family. None of my aunts, uncles or cousins ever signed up. Nobody owned a gun. We weren’t even allowed to play with toy guns growing up.

Prognosis: Suicide. Avg age of onset: 32

Tuesday, June 1st: I think I have Akathisia. I have almost zero control of my legs. If I do force myself to walk it is painful. Not walking is painful also. I’m going to talk to my doctor tomorrow. It is direct evidence. I take a Latuda I have pain and uncontrollable muscle movements. If I don’t take a Latuda, the next day my legs are fine. Etc… Every time.

Thursday, June 3rd: My doctor is going to put me on Vrylar but it needs to be approved by insurance. I asked him it their was anything I could do to stop the pain and spasms in my legs. He said Benadryl which I thought was strange but I was willing to try anything. I took 2 and waited a couple hours. It didn’t work. I took 2 more and still nothing. 2 more and it worked. I should mention I never take Benadryl because it messes with my brain. Instead of calling the pharmacy, for some reason, I walked there. It is a mile away. When I got there they said they had nothing for me. They told me the Vrylar was waiting on approval and the other two meds I had already picked up on Tuesday. I was very confused because I had no memory of picking them up. Even though I had everything I needed at home. I have no idea why I went to the pharmacy. I walked home and had to call my doctor’s office to make an appointment. My brain wasn’t working and the Benadryl dried out my mouth and throat so I could barely talk. I could tell I wasn’t making any sense but I kept trying to explain myself. Whoever listened to that voicemail probably thought I was drunk. I called again this morning and made the appt. and told them I need prior authorization. Looks like I am staying away from the Benadryl.

Friday, June 4th: Preacher’s kid turned us on to Metallica Ride The Lightning in the church basement… After hours. We were tripping balls. He lived down there. Sixteen, had his own entrance. You had the cool kidz but then never did anything as cool as we did. I lost my virginity on prom night on someone’s grave in the cemetery across the street from the school. I didn’t rent no limo. No tuxedo. Fuck that queer shit.

Sunday, June 6th: Like fucking 3am. I don’t usually google my meds before I take them but I was curious about this one since they had to get authorization from the insurance company. I don’t read anything anecdotal. I go to the company’s website. The most common side effect is akathisia. WTF? That is why I just quit Latuda. I’m all done with this shit. Why are they doing this to me? I remember I worked outside in the summer and they gave me a med that said, stay out of direct sunlight?

Today should be a good day. I will be biking to my daughter’s house. It is going to be 90 so I better not forget the sunscreen. My skin is still peeling from last time. My state lifted all Covid restrictions so all the tourists will be out. I will be riding through the main part of the beach checking out all the pretty girls in bikinis. Dirty old man that I am.

I Have Arrived

Robot Brain

Tuesday May 25, 2021: The sun burnt my face and neck and parts of my arms and legs. I am pale so I burn easily. It was my fault. I went for a 3 hour bike ride on the warmest day of the year and didn’t wear any sunscreen. Last weekend was the first time I took my bicycle any distance. I did 15 miles on Saturday and 30 miles on Sunday. By the time realized my face was getting scorched I was still trying to push myself to my destination. I am glad I made the eventual decision to turn around. I almost didn’t make it home, my body was so sore. Especially the knee above where I broke my leg. As soon as I got home my body was back to normal and the only soreness was my toasted skin.

I was lucky I had some vinegar to spray on myself. It sounds gross but it really helps a sunburn. I found a bottle of aloe lotion and I’ve been putting that on since.

Wednesday, May 26, 2021: I dropped down to my goal weight before my goal timeline before my birthday last month. I lost 20 pounds so quickly I have loose skin all over my belly. I use 5 pound ankle weights. They are pretty bulky. I was just thinking, I lost 4 of those things. That’s a lot of fat! I can’t believe 180 was an acceptable goal weight for me. I should be trying to lose 20 more pounds. 180 is my Latuda limit. It doesn’t matter how much I exercise and diet I can’t get below that. On Zyprexa my limit was 200 pounds. I can’t believe I was happy to get down to that weight at the time. That is 40 pounds overweight. Obese.

Thursday, May 27, 2021: I’ve been having out of body experiences while exercising. I can’t go too far. Just enough to see my entire body. My mind is still connected to my brain because I can tell it to correct my form if I am not moving the right way. I have tried to do it in bed lying down and listening to the same music but it doesn’t happen. I can’t do it while I am sitting here typing. Maybe it has to do with my brain being occupied with controlling my movements. The only other time I exercise is riding my bike and I don’t dare to close my eyes while doing that. As soon as I open my eyes my mind is back in my brain.

Friday, May 28, 2021: Man, they put a lot of noise in my head when I try to figure all this shit out.

I tried quitting Latuda but that turned out to be a bad idea. I made it 3 weeks and had to start taking it again. It is still building up in my system. After kicking the Sapphris I wanted to figure out what is real or not.

I got both of my shots. It was easy. I went to Walmart both times. With all the conspiracies you think I would be scared of the vaccine instead of the medications my doctor is giving me. I had to go to the state’s website and give my info and make an appointment. By the time I got my second shot a few weeks later Walmart was taking walk ins off the street. I could have waited and gone anytime.

And another thing

Robot Brain

Wednesday: It finally broke! I slowed down a little and all those negative thoughts stopped racing through my mind. I no longer have myself in hospital style lock down. I can leave my place without thinking I’m going to do something stupid. I’m still not well functioning but I’m functioning well enough.

Thursday: I may have spoken a bit too soon. This morning I woke up feeling, Wow! I can’t remember the last time I slept so well. I don’t remember when I fell asleep, trying to fall asleep, falling asleep or even how the television got turned off in the middle of the night. I felt great. I did my normal daily routine which is very healthy. The unhealthiest part of my morning is coffee but half the studies say it is good for you. I’m not looking for any health benefits from coffee. I’m just feeding an addiction. I don’t drink a lot. I just can’t cut it out completely.

I felt so good I was confident this was going to be the first day in a long time that didn’t go downhill. Then it hit me. A panic attack. Anxiety has been my regular friend but I haven’t had a panic attack in at least a few years. Long enough for me to forget how long. But, what the hell was this? I knew immediately so even though it sucked, I knew how long it would last, all I had to do was lie down and wait it out, do some deep breathing and I would be fine.

Six hours later. My deep breathing wasn’t working out so well. My ribcage and abdomen were sore from holding my breath so tightly. I wouldn’t realize until I ran out of oxygen, breathe out and try to breathe deeply again. Again and again. This was making my anxiety worse than the panic attack that started the whole thing.

The great thing about my anxiety mind is It keeps saying, Oh no, this is the worst day ever! But my rational mind quickly stepped in and said, Well, actually… Saturday was much worse than this, remember?. My anxiety mind answers, Thanks. Thanks for reminding me that I could actually get worse. My regular anxiety can get pretty intense but I know it can’t last forever. It just feels like it will.

It’s getting dark now and I feel pretty calm. As soon as it started fading I knew what to do. I went into the kitchen and whipped up a big carb coma recipe. That was a couple hours ago and it is working. I don’t know why it works. Maybe because it pulls the blood down to my stomach, away from my brain and my lungs follow naturally to feed it with oxygen. Whatever it does, I wish I could do it sooner. Eating was not an option before then.

Friday: Be sure to tune in to your next manic episode after this brief anxiety! I don’t know what the fuck is going on. Up at 2, flying by 5, ruined the whole day. One piece of good news. I think I figured out why I’ve been calming down in the evening and still sleeping at night. I recently started taking my anti manic/psychotic in the daytime so I can get the calories it needs. I always took it at bedtime because that is what the dr. told me. But he was trying everything to slow me down at the time, I wasn’t sleeping at all. Now I’m realizing after a few hours I mellow out. Just in time too because my daughter is picking me up tomorrow and I was worried who I would be when I woke up. I can’t be babbling in her ear while she is learning to drive. I also can’t be bouncing off the walls at her house. N__ would be so pissed at me. I’m going to try taking it with breakfast and I will have a few hours for it to start working. Maybe it would be good idea to take my med before I start flipping out. Do you think?

In other news. When I’m calm I’ve been arguing with my voice. It’s been telling me, See, you don’t really have a mental illness. All these symptoms are just side effects of all the meds you’ve been taking all these years. I talked back. What about when this happened? What about when that happened. It had an answer for everything and I was starting to believe him. I was scared I would stop taking everything. Finally I got him. What about the first 28 years of my life I wasn’t medicated? Explain all of that! That got it. Now it’s easier to end the conversation. At first I would take meds, feel better, think I didn’t need them, stop taking them and end up in the hospital. Start taking them, feel better, etc… Explain that. As nice as it would be to not have a mental illness, I know what happens when I stop my meds. It’s never good. I’ve done it a thousand times.

Would have thought?

I have anxiety from thinking of a million different reasons why my anxiety suddenly got worse. The simplest explanation is my anxiety did not suddenly get worse. It’s always been horrible so could I please shut the fuck up about it?

They all tell you it’s the anxiety that makes you drink. I can handle the anxiety. It’s the pain. Oh my god, the fucking pain. I almost forgot. I really wasn’t expecting that today.

The first time I got a good therapist, she was certain I had PTSD from my childhood. I didn’t even tell her half the shit! I haven’t talked about it since. I don’t think she was right. I didn’t know. I thought everything was normal. I thought everyone grew up like that.

Lately I’ve been putting myself on a tight schedule. I don’t have to do everything at the same time every day. But in the morning I line the day up. I set start times for everything. I don’t have a set limit for finishing but starting is exact. I usually pick the beginning of an hour. Not 5 minutes before. Not 2 minutes after. I’m usually pretty good at it and if I miss I’ll usually slide down to the next round number on the clock.

Coffee and breakfast is routine when I wake up. I keep times for that. Today was lunch at noon, exercise at 1 and check the mail at 2:30. That would be after the mailman came and I could get the whole week at once because I’ve been fucking up and not setting a time for mail.

I hit lunch fine and 1 was looking pretty good. I was waiting and N___ texted me and said she would help get me to the vax if I signed up. I told her I’ve been thinking of it but I can’t figure out where to start. She told me and it was very easy. I have an appt. for my first shot on April 20. It should have been easy but by the time I was done I was slipping. It was after 1 and I could just change my time to exercise but it wasn’t looking good. That’s okay, I’ve been pretty rigid with that. Even if I’m not wanting to do it, if can get it started on the hour I can finish. It makes me feel better because I breathe as slowly and deeply as possible and hold my form and match my movement to my breath.

2:30 mail call was a joke. Perhaps I was being a bit optimistic. By that time I had myself restrained in my bedroom, totally losing my shit. That’s usually reserved for 3pm. Leaving my apartment was not a good idea. It is 7 now and I am feeling better. Comparatively. Not go downstairs and check the mail better. Now I know and that will be a first thing tomorrow objective. (Hopefully I’ve already done it today because I am scheduling this for tomorrow; Sunday)

My last therapist was always telling me to “stay in the moment.” What if the moment sucks so bad you will do anything to get out of the moment? Stay in the moment… What is that supposed to mean? She’s too young to be a hippie. Mindfulness bullshit. Even when I do a guided mindful exercise, I’m doing it to concentrate on anything but the moment. I’m doing it right now. Writing helps me focus my thoughts. Even when I’m writing about my horrible day, I’m really thinking about the writing. Back when I was “in the moment,” This would have been impossible.

FRANKIE SAYS RELAX

Robot Brain

Tuesday: My daughter picked me up and drove me home in her car. She was so excited! In the morning her mother was in the car and they both stress each other out. I was getting nervous. Her mom would jump on her for making a mistake and it would make my daughter so nervous she couldn’t think straight and start doing the opposite of what she should do, which made her mom get more upset. It was a vicious circle. On the way home it was just her step father and I and we just let her drive and she did everything perfectly. She is going to be fine.

I lost another 5 pounds. That makes 15 since I stopped that horror show medication. That is the only change I made and I just started dropping weight. I wasn’t even exercising for 3 weeks because of the withdrawals.

Wednesday: I have 3 weeks left to lose 5 more pounds and meet my challenge. I think it will happen. I’ve been dropping weight fairly quickly since leaving that med behind.

Thursday: I completely missed a day this week. I didn’t change anything. I didn’t blackout. I remember everything I did this week. It just took me until today to realize I’ve been a day behind all week. It’s not like I would think it’s the wrong day for a second and catch myself. All week I thought I knew what day it was and I was wrong. Yesterday (Wednesday) someone told me they were picking me up tomorrow (Thursday) at noon. I went straight to my calendar to write down she was picking me up Wednesday at noon. It took until this morning to look at my calendar and wonder why she didn’t pick me up Wednesday at noon. It’s not like her to not show up and not tell me. I finally sat at my computer still trying to figure it out and Boom! It’s Thursday. I hope I don’t fuck up tomorrow, I have to pay my bills.

Best April Fool joke I know: One of the possible side effects of my anti anxiety medication is anxiety. (Not a joke)

Friday: All month long I’ve been catching myself talking angrily out loud at my doctor. I won’t actually talk to him until next week. I go through all the things I want to say because I am pissed about that medication fucking me up but I stop myself because I am only going to talk to him for 2 minutes on the phone and he isn’t going to give a shit. I have to stop wasting time and energy on this shit.

Saturday: I’ve been practicing yelling at my doctor all morning. I’m trying to give it a rest. I can’t help it. I want to ask him how many times I told him, no, I don’t want to change any of my medications. Because I know how many times. Every time I went into his fucking office. I remember because I made a point of saying it every time. It didn’t matter how messed up I was, no, I don’t want to change any of my medications. Because for the first time since they started putting me on meds I had no side effects. I wasn’t even fat anymore. I wasn’t doing great but I was doing well enough and I had no side effects. I still can’t figure out how the fuck he talked me into starting a new drug.

Road to Redemption

Sunday March 21/21: I can’t believe it! I got 8 hours of sleep last night! I hope that is the end of the 3 weeks of withdrawal from that stupid medication.

Tuesday: Gawd! Yesterday I couldn’t function. It comes and goes, but so do my regular symptoms so I don’t know which way is up! Today I am up way early but I unexpectedly fell asleep at 8pm and woke up around midnight to take the rest of my meds. 8pm is unheard of for me. I usually go to bed around 2am at the earliest if I am bored and it is always planned. We are having a string of spring temperatures and I opened the window as soon as I woke up. My cat has no idea what is going on. I haven’t slept 10 hours in 1 night since I got him 8 years ago!

I haven’t mentioned the name of the anti-psychotic I stopped taking that has given me so much trouble. That is because I know some side effects are different for each individual and I don’t want to scare anyone into stopping theirs suddenly. That is never a good idea! I did it because I have so much of it left and it starts acting in 1 day. If I had more severe symptoms I hope I would have had the wherewithal to start taking it again. The withdrawal was bad enough I would think about taking 1 just to get a 1 day break. I resisted so I wouldn’t have to start quitting from day 1 again. If anyone really wants to know what medication it is you can email me.

Last week I had a good day and put together a slide show to use for my next YouTube video. Now I have to narrate it and that is where it gets difficult for me. On my first short video I just did it on the fly but it was only 90 seconds long. On this next one I will have to talk for 5 minutes and I want to sound coherent without any uh’s and um’s. I’m not sure how to do it. I thought of typing something out but how would I know how much typing equals 5 minutes of speaking? Another problem is I don’t have much confidence in my voice. It doesn’t help I have a heavy Boston accent. I’ve been told many times I have a great voice on the phone but I’m not sure if that is a nice way of saying I’m ugly.

Wednesday: Quixotic. I’m suicidal but I treat my body like I want to live forever.

Thursday: I had a yeah! wake up this morning. I wanted to do everything even before I had my first cup of coffee. It was pouring rain and I couldn’t go outside but that didn’t bother me. Well, I could go outside but… I want to ride my bike. We had 2 nice Spring days but I didn’t feel like getting it ready. Then I really wanted to go but the weather turned.

Friday: I finally did something right! I bought my daughter “Villians” by Queens of the Stone Age on vinyl. It was funny because I just texted her yesterday saying the next thing she gets in the mail with my name on it is for her and it would probably come tomorrow. (Today) An hour later her mom texted me a picture of her holding it up looking happy. Her mom said she was pumped. I like to surprise her so I was happy.

A funnier story is I ordered her a single from Royal Blood way back at Thanksgiving. February came and she never said she got it. I emailed the company and they said they would send another copy. I waited a couple weeks and didn’t hear anything so I was like, Fuck it, I’ll just buy it again. The last time I was at her house she said something about buying the Royal Blood single and she didn’t know why she kept getting copies. In one week she received the original one I ordered back in November, the one she bought, the one the company replaced for me and the second one I bought because I was sick of waiting for her to get it! Four copies! She had so many she gave one to her boyfriend. I don’t know, I thought it was funny.

Saturday: I give my daughter shit about being a hipster for liking vinyl records. But I get it. I used to buy a new vinyl every week when I got paid at my little kid job. It’s a whole experience. It’s much more fun than listening to songs by pushing a button on your phone. It’s physical. You can pick it up and look at it. You have the artwork on the outside; more exclusive artwork on the inside if it is a double album. Maybe the lyrics are printed. Maybe there is a little booklet with pictures of your favorite band. The record player is a pretty cool piece of technology from ancient times. I never imagined vinyl would make such a comeback. I’m glad she likes it. She gets so excited when she gets an new album. She is really into it. Some bands she won’t even listen to their new songs until she gets it on vinyl. Weirdo.

Live and Let Die

Monday, March 5, 2021: I am so excited! Yesterday afternoon I got my first hour of real sleep since I quit my medication 2 weeks ago. Before then I was only “sleeping” at night. I was lying in bed. My eyes were closed but my brain was doing things it had never done before and I was fully aware.
Again, it was only an hour but I felt great when I woke up! I was hoping it would continue last night but I spent about 4 hours in that indescribable state. I think it is fading though. I was afraid I would be doing that for the rest of my life.

Tuesday: I did so much yesterday! I finally wrote a new blog piece. I was reminded of it a few weeks ago but I was having a lot of trouble thinking. Yesterday I fired it off in 1 shot with just a couple edits. (It probably shows.) I scheduled it for Sunday and then I started writing this post. I also imported some pictures from my phone and started editing a video. I was having trouble doing much on the computer besides read a few blogs and scroll Twitter for jokes. I was having trouble reading some blogs. I follow a lot of people with mental illness who do journal style posts like this one. I noticed I was skipping over many that were too negative. Then I also realized I have been pretty negative for a long time. People probably do the same thing to me. My first 2 sentences usually aren’t very good click bait. That is the main reason I posted a short positive piece last Saturday.

Today I am not so enthused. I got another hour of good sleep last night. I woke up feeling good but the rest of the night was fitful. My brain felt like it was inside one of those vibrating gravel sorting machines. My cat woke me up by licking my forehead for some reason. Thanks Oliver.

Wednesday: Oh yeah. I lost 10 pounds the first week. The only thing that changed was stopping the med. My appetite went back to normal and I was eating less but you can’t tell me I was eating 10 pounds more of vegetables each week before.

Friday: I’ve been afraid to close my eyes since Tuesday night. They just roll back around in my brain. I did get another hour and a half of sleep last night but then I slipped into whatever it is I still can’t think of a word for it. I’m completely aware of my thoughts but I’m not fully conscious. Now I am afraid this is going to last forever. But Monday and Tuesday during the day I was fine. It just feels permanent while it’s happening. To help things out I had, “Can’t Get You Outta My Head” stuck in my head all night. Not the whole song, just that lyric. Thanks Kylie!

Saturday: I got something more like sleep for a few hours. This is about how well I can function. Let’s see if I can make this work.