Chop words; drink water
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days_unfoldingWell, the increase in the Risperdal is helping. It hasn't completely eradicated the symptoms, but I'd be surprised if it did on the first day. I also had a moment of complete clarity of thought (possibly around the time when the dose was at its peak?) I was looking at some source material that read "enter the search string or strings", and the edit "enter one or more search strings" flashed in my mind almost instantaneously. Not claiming that it's a brilliant edit by any means. The point is that a lot of the time, I've seen passages in my text and source text that are awkward, but I still haven't been able to figure out how to fix them. I didn't used to have to struggle to clean up text. I noticed a similar clarifying effect when I first started the Risperdal, but it wore off. I've been feeling somewhat muzzy-headed since the overt psychotic symptoms stopped last fall. I've been blaming the feeling on the lithium, but it might be due to residual psychosis, which the Risperdal will help.
However, the Risperdal also has made me really sleepy all day, to the point where I was a little nervous about driving. I was weaving a little walking out of the lab. I can barely keep my eyes open now. I'm having a tough time typing. My big fear is that the therapeutic dose required to completely eradicate the symptoms will also make it impossible for me to work or drive.
Anyway, I see the doctor a week from tomorrow. I asked for a refill of the prescription, and I'll pick it up tomorrow.
I had a small exchange this morning that shows a lot about what it's like to work where I work. I was walking in with a laptop case stuffed with a laptop and some files, a bottle of water tied to the laptop case, my purse, and a 12-pack of diet cola. All I needed was a horse and a violin. I turned the corner and saw a guy whom I've never seen before. He said that he heard the noise from around the corner, and it looked like I had half my home with me. Then he asked me if I was carrying beer. I laughed and said, "How'd you guess?" And he turned the corner. The point is that he talked to me as if he knew me because I worked for the company, and therefore, he "knew" me. Stuff like that happens all the time there. (The down side is that everyone knows your business and is talking about it.) One person who used to work there compared it to small-town living.
Finally, I'm surprised that I didn't think of the song "Fast Car" (Tracy Chapman) when I was writing about the fast car in the previous entry. That song is the perfect soundtrack for right now. I can't find the CD, so I need to tear the place apart and find it.
However, the Risperdal also has made me really sleepy all day, to the point where I was a little nervous about driving. I was weaving a little walking out of the lab. I can barely keep my eyes open now. I'm having a tough time typing. My big fear is that the therapeutic dose required to completely eradicate the symptoms will also make it impossible for me to work or drive.
Anyway, I see the doctor a week from tomorrow. I asked for a refill of the prescription, and I'll pick it up tomorrow.
I had a small exchange this morning that shows a lot about what it's like to work where I work. I was walking in with a laptop case stuffed with a laptop and some files, a bottle of water tied to the laptop case, my purse, and a 12-pack of diet cola. All I needed was a horse and a violin. I turned the corner and saw a guy whom I've never seen before. He said that he heard the noise from around the corner, and it looked like I had half my home with me. Then he asked me if I was carrying beer. I laughed and said, "How'd you guess?" And he turned the corner. The point is that he talked to me as if he knew me because I worked for the company, and therefore, he "knew" me. Stuff like that happens all the time there. (The down side is that everyone knows your business and is talking about it.) One person who used to work there compared it to small-town living.
Finally, I'm surprised that I didn't think of the song "Fast Car" (Tracy Chapman) when I was writing about the fast car in the previous entry. That song is the perfect soundtrack for right now. I can't find the CD, so I need to tear the place apart and find it.
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Date: 2002-03-22 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-03-23 11:59 am (UTC)The med seems to be helping more and more, so we'll see....
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Date: 2002-03-23 12:15 pm (UTC)I find it interesting that I can remember the stuff that I did in my 20s in almost frightening detail. After that, it's all one giant blur. I'm wondering if the retrieval systems that our minds use become less efficient as the amount of information increases. I'm getting used to having a perceptible lag time between trying to think of something (such as someone's name), and my mind coming up with it.