early.
School.
Work.
Natalie waited for me to finish working.
We walked home together.
Rob made some spaghetti for all of us.
Natalie and I went to Leah's and we talked trash for a while.
I went home, had some rum and cokes.
Me and Mike D came up with a hilarious plan.
Me, Meghan and Mike D, cooking up a storm like it nobody's business.
I eventually went to bed super effing late.
I actually showered this morning.
I talked to my mother, Anika hasn't been in pain for 2 days now.
She has some new rash on her joints, but other than that, its cool.
Another 6 months of worrying and constant check-ups.
But no more pain is the best news I've heard in a while.
Some asshole on the bus told some chick to move if she didn't want the window open.
She did and he just kept fucking mumbling underneath his breath.
I wanted to slap him.
The rest of the people sitting around him got up and moved forward too.
That must of been a little bit of a slap in the face.
Matthew ask me to look up a book for him at the Mount library.
We have those rolling bookcases, they look evil and dark.
I got to the right section and it was just huge ugly black dark books on mental illness.
I sat on the floor and read some stuff on schizophrenia and manic depression.
Those look fun.
The ones written before 1975 were ridiculous.
They had some weird takes on things and how to medicate people.
Heres something fun.
I guess they were showing Chicken Little at a theater in New York.
But the wrong movie start and it happened to be an indie film.
Opening scene: 8 year old boy hangs himself.
Just what you want the children to see.
Smoke.
Bookstore.
Work.
Essay.
Work.
Natalie waited for me to finish working.
We walked home together.
Rob made some spaghetti for all of us.
Natalie and I went to Leah's and we talked trash for a while.
I went home, had some rum and cokes.
Me and Mike D came up with a hilarious plan.
Me, Meghan and Mike D, cooking up a storm like it nobody's business.
I eventually went to bed super effing late.
I actually showered this morning.
I talked to my mother, Anika hasn't been in pain for 2 days now.
She has some new rash on her joints, but other than that, its cool.
Another 6 months of worrying and constant check-ups.
But no more pain is the best news I've heard in a while.
Some asshole on the bus told some chick to move if she didn't want the window open.
She did and he just kept fucking mumbling underneath his breath.
I wanted to slap him.
The rest of the people sitting around him got up and moved forward too.
That must of been a little bit of a slap in the face.
Matthew ask me to look up a book for him at the Mount library.
We have those rolling bookcases, they look evil and dark.
I got to the right section and it was just huge ugly black dark books on mental illness.
I sat on the floor and read some stuff on schizophrenia and manic depression.
Those look fun.
The ones written before 1975 were ridiculous.
They had some weird takes on things and how to medicate people.
Heres something fun.
I guess they were showing Chicken Little at a theater in New York.
But the wrong movie start and it happened to be an indie film.
Opening scene: 8 year old boy hangs himself.
Just what you want the children to see.
Smoke.
Bookstore.
Work.
Essay.
posted by Lindsay at 11/15/2005
3 Comments:
i'm glad your sister is feeling better
And that 8 year old boy grew up to be....me!
And now you know, the rest of the story.
Yup, it's awesome that she's feeling great. I guess she's almost done her steroids, the dosage is slowing down, now is the moment of truth. Will she get a relapse and have to go through this shit again or will she be done with it! We'll see...
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