Wednesday, September 18, 2013

What does the shrink say?

"L-i-i-i-i-thium."

Back up to 900mgs. Not that I didn't already know this was coming. I'd actually raised the dosage myself the night before my appointment. I have to maintain the extra 225mgs for a week and then report for a routine blood draw, to make certain my salt is within therapeutic range.

Meantime, back at the cottage...

I'm climbing the hardest mountains, because I am a glutton for punishment. And because I suck at convincing myself that caring about fascinating, broken people won't in one way or another add to the richness of my nostalgic wellspring. I'm a writer. I can imagine things, but living them is so much better. He is a cipher to my esotericism. 

Shrink also says, "Sl-e-e-e-e-p."

And so I shall. So I must. Time to take my drugs and level the playing field between the sensation of the body and the reason of the soul. (Thank you, Descartes.)

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