Crapola. Not crayola, but crapola. I’m starting to get icky. This is the absolutely worst time of the year for me to get icky – last year I ended up having a nice two day hospital stay and surgery. So I get to go to the pharmacy department and contemplate sanity or icky. The one major problem with having a mental illness is trying to take something to feel better when you’re immunity can’t fight something or is starting to fight something. Over the counter cold and allergy medicine, while it works, after taking it for more than about five days will cause me to hallucinate. Which, yeah if I was still doing drugs that would be a cheap thrill, but I’m not and have to remain sane.
Wow – I just did a search to see what I could take, knowing that I’m going to have to stick to an all natural concoction if I can stomach it. What a freaking list. http://www.drugs.com/drug-interactions/lithium_d00061.html Two of the meds I take interact. Which I guess is why I don’t take them very often; actually I usually don’t have a need for them but during the holidays. It’s very fine tuned and I am monitored closely.
Ewww – FUCK YEAH!!!! We might have some storms tonight!!! I love storms when the seasons change. We might even be under a tornado watch! This means, I will have to move V’s bed from in front of the window. Awww - Eartha Kitt died of colon cancer. She was hot. Paid my bills – ick.
So here’s a moral dilemma. Monday night some guy went on a rampage shooting people on the roads, killing two and injuring two. Turns out he was in a stand out with police later that night and shot himself. Obviously as a paramedic and a doctor you take an oath to save someone’s life. Why do the tax payers have to pay for someone who shoots themselves, especially when they were wanted in connection with other crimes, prior to the police knowing he was the one that went on a shooting spree?
It’s like if someone tries to kill themselves do you save them? Like in the movies the Incredibles. One of the talk show hosts pointed this out this week. Also, he told a story of this person who was rescued from a wreck by a friend. The friend seriously thought the car was going to explode. In the process, the person injured became paralyzed because they were moved and this person is suing for being moved. Should you not be thankful for a Good Samaritan?
If I ever od – I don’t want to be saved. I always found it frustrating that I’d take a handful of sleeping pills and whatever else I could grab and ingest just to wake up hours later. If I was injured cause of a wreck and I didn’t want to live I’d be someone to lock the door and let me pull the plug. I’d find a way.
Okay – gotta make my grocery list, eventually get dressed since I have to go and do laundry this morning. I’d take V but he really hates going. He says he likes to go and then whines the whole time. I might get a cryptogram book to work on while I’m there.
Have a good day. Stay dry. Wait – Cool – City of Benbrook is trying to get the city to lose one ton of weight. That is pretty cool.
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