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Good news, bad news
By marrit | November 6, 2007
The good news is that I have my new new official theme song. “Because I’m Awesome” by The Dollyrots. That’s my new motherfucking theme song: You’re stronger, faster and can spell. Yes, thanks, but I would use a serial comma after that penultimate item. And that sentence isn’t parallel. But whatever. It’s rock.
Anyhow, I especially like the little bratty spoken part at the end, which sounds exactly like me when I’m unmedicated. And hey guess what? Not medicated. And guess what? Not enjoying this. I called the doctor and discovered–here’s more good news–that I had an appointment today. I thought it was last week and I missed it. Then I realized that I had no fucking idea what day it was today.
I seriously had the following exchange at the office:
OTHER GUY: Hey, were you here on Friday?
ME: I have no idea.
The weekend was like trying to stand up in a squall, topped off by the unexpected arrival of a totally random four-year-old who came over and stayed for six hours on Saturday. He was with his dad, who was doing some work for my neighbor, next door. And I guess he needed some kind of supervision and it takes a village and all that, but sometimes the kids in the village need to stay out of the hut of the Crazy Lady until she gets her Depakote.
Incredibly, I found in the doctor’s waiting room a woman who was more fucked up than I was. She was having some difficulty affording her mental health care, and it was a really bad scene. The receptionist had her on the phone with some kind of agency. The doctor wanted her to come back in three weeks (anything above monthly is a big deal in our practice), but she couldn’t afford to. That’s how people slip through and get lost.
I stopped her as she was leaving. I told her I didn’t want to get up in her business, but I gave her a $20 because that’s what I had. Use it for whatever. She took it and looked at it like she was going to have to figure out what it was. Then she gave it back.
I go back in two weeks.
Originally published at Baldo.
Topics: bipolar, depression, marrit, meds, republished |
November 7th, 2007 at 1:42 am
Your interpretation is so fucking great!! thanks for the good laughs I REAlly I mean ReaLLY needed some…
You remind me to laugh at my circumstances and keep all the crazy daily shit from over powering me. (cuz I forgeT & end up just dragging my knuckles around)so thx.
Who was this kid?? man thats funny– & yes I agree DOLLYROTS rock…Best of luck on your next App.
November 7th, 2007 at 8:00 am
Good luck. It’s sobering, indeed, to be faced with more crazy than your own, but it sure as hell can make you feel a bit more hopeful for yourself.