Nuerologist

I waver between delusional and not so delusional, amused and not so amused. But this was kinda funny. She said to see my internist about the physical and a psychiatrist about the rest. In progress and done. Hmmm... yes... strange. Not related to VNS. Well, I didn't think so. I need to go to the library. I still question some of the life choices, but this gets tiresome. I really wouldn't isolate, but I think maybe it helps me focus. And I'm concerned. One of the old guard was at ccbh. He discharged me. Like they thought if I saw one of them, I'd simply forget what they did. No. Not quite that stupid. "Psychotic" or very much not... I'm not that stupid. I need to work on angry. Angry's a little upset. About the old guard. And their friends. Working together to keep me quiet. But, not my mess...

Journey

    So, we're on a journey. Just like Arson wanted. Human science experiment on a journey. To understand what medication can and can't do. And hopefully take clozapine off the market for good. Maybe discourage Harvard drug trials. Maybe shut down some God complexes. Maybe dismantle a cult. Welp, I drank the Kool-Aid. It's wearing off. You wonder why I'm weird? Why I'm so... hyper and tired and anxious and stuff? Well now you know. 

Forensic Psychiatrist Humor

How many Forensic Psychiatrists does it take to unscrew a DID? 

Only half the East Coast.

Dangerous

Sometimes pain is just pain. Sometimes people look at me like I'm dangerous. 

What I need is for people to understand the real danger. Prescription drugs. Doctors being too close. Because then it starts looking like racketeering. Insurance Fraud. Gambling with people's lives. Human Trafficking. Then I start thinking about Federal Agents moving in. SWAT teams. Filing reports. Social workers. Protection. Lives of crime dressed up as doctoring. Some people can't touch me now. Because I switched. I'm falling back on my accounting. My tax and audit. I have many questions. Many people do. I worry. But emotions aren't bad. Consciences aren't bad. Threats are bad. Extortion is bad. Intimidation and abuse is bad. This state has a problem. Revolving around clozapine and dirty doctors. Cleanup time is coming. 

Feet are doing better. Now it's head, face, back, sometimes digestive or respiratory. Sometimes my breathing becomes depressed. Sometimes I might stop breathing. But I'm getting rest and keeping professionals busy. Until this gets worked out. 

Release Us

I know that it's time for a change

Mmm but when that change comes
Will you still feel the same?

How many times have I tried to turn this love around?
I don't want to give up
But baby it's time I had two feet on the ground
Can you release me
Can you release me
Now that you're gone I can't help myself from wondering
Oh, if you'd have come down from your high
Would we've been all right?
Release me
Can you release me

Come on baby, come on baby
You knew it was time to just let go
'Cause we want to be free
But somehow it's just not that easy
Come on Darlin', hear me Darlin'
'Cause you're a waste of time for me
I'm trying to make you see
That baby you've just got to release me
Release me
Release me
I'm not going back to you anymore
Finally my weakened heart is healing though very slow
So stop coming around my door
'Cause you're not gonna find
What you're looking for

What is this power you've got on me
What is this power, Oh
What is it,What is it

Release me
Will you release me
Ah...Release me
Will you release me

Fishing

Maybe I'm a small fish. But I'm told there are others in this pond. Some people used to sit on the Greenville County Mortality committee. Every time someone under the age of 18 died, they found out. Why are they so interested? My mind is full of questions. About things that I know. They want to label it psychosis. So it will go away. Too many people know that it's not psychosis. They are asking their own questions, making their own inferences about Greenville County. I don't know what it means. Maybe nothing. Maybe it's just conspiracy theories. But an innocent man isn't afraid of people asking questions. That's why I contacted the FBI. They haven't arrested me yet. 

"My Women"

So, I've been thinking. Someone used the phrase "your women". My women like me at home. But why? It's not just the physical symptoms. It's more than that. I know some people are looking for answers. Like Arson. Springbrook. With so many people worried about me and what I do or don't do... it seems I'm not the only one looking for answers. I got contacted by a human trafficker today. It was disturbing. Sent me a profile of a woman in a swimsuit supposedly at UCLA. The profile was full of pictures of different women. It was alarming. I don't know who is involved. I've been contacted by various people. Some of them seem to be trying to help. Others seem to be testing me. With the government watching, there may be certain tests to pass. Some of my friends are younger. Many are women. I do want them to be safe. But what if they make a mistake? What if I make a mistake? Things can go different directions. I can't protect everyone. But I think this is part of why "my women" like me to stay home. Because they are concerned about the activities of people around me. And I see state and federal law in question. And hospitals asking questions. I think that's why Kat said I'll be ok. Because she knew. And at some people there are no longer sides. It's the people vs the criminal behavior. It's mostly the headaches. Trouble sleeping. But hopefully soon they will operate. Cut out the cancer from Greenville County. Maybe take a look at Belmont. What they are doing with Harvard. Atlanta said no. No one listened.

Dreams and Nightmares

See, I have both dreams and nightmares. 

The nightmares tend to revolve around pills and people suffering. Around SWAT teams and men with guns and badges. 

 

The Dreams revolve around writing good things and maybe doing more taxes. Marriage. Heaven. The soul is like a garden. I get tired. These things I know make my head hurt. There are people that want to shut me up. But they can't control the Federal Government. Maybe not even the state. So I need to FOCUS. On no longer PROTECTING people. People that want me quiet and compliant. People who think they are too rich or too educated for a hard lesson. 

 

Until we meet again

And time makes it harder

I wish I could remember

 

Who Knew?

 

The young people make me particularly nervous. that they don't understand what they are dealing with. 

 

People that Know

 

Springbrook

Arson

Mindful

City Center

Elle

Hurray for a child that makes it through
If there's any way because the answer lies in you
They're laid to rest before they've known just what to do

Their souls are lost because
They could never find

What's this life for?

I see your soul, it's kind of gray
You see my heart, you look away
You see my wrist, I know your pain
I know your purpose on your plane

Don't say a last prayer because
You could never find

What's this life for?
What's this life for?

But they aint here anymore
Don't have to settle the score
'Cause we all live under the reign
Of one king
But they aint here anymore
Don't have to settle no goddamn score
'Cause we all live under the reign
I said, you know, of a one king
One king, one king
But they aint here anymore
Don't have to settle no goddamn score
'Cause we all live under the reign
I said, you know, of a one king
One king, one king

But they aint here anymore
Don't have to settle no goddamn score
'Cause we all live under the reign
Of one king

Certainty

I'm certain, despite my delusions and lies, that the Federal government has a few small repairs regarding CCBH, MIP, Woodruff Road, the fella that used to work under church, and my families. I'm certain the FBI would need some IT people and to review medical records and bank transfers. To keep eyes on certain people I have been close to. To ask questions. About extortion, civil rights violations, drugs. About where some disability money goes. Not just mine. 

Gambling

See I think that prescribing drugs in controlled settings against the wishes of people is a bit like gambling. Especially, if, say, they end up in the ER the same day they are released. 

Patience

I feel like I need to be patient. Because some people might be going away for a while. It's just hard to focus. There are certain people that shouldn't leave the country. Or do anything foolish. Until the government decides what to do. People get tired. They slow down or switch. Doctors are people. Some of them don't understand this. I should have slowed down sooner. people need to take turns. Or they become witnesses. Then maybe they think about switching. I've seen it happen before. I think people above the age of 70 should not be allowed to practice medicine. But maybe that's extreme. So, until my thoughts are a little less extreme... There cannot be a court date without calm and without ... sorting.

I've been thinking too much...

They say not to think too much. You know, that reminds me. The PA said that ritalin can increase anger. Which is exactly what Springbrook said about madderall. See, some people tell me the right things. They don't work on woodruff road. They didn't work under church. They didn't work at McClean. I remember the Psychologist at Lost and Rigged. He was very good. 

I'm just disappointed in that ENT. But they might find me a new one. I think they're glad I firewalled my healthcare. Feet seem more normal today. My head has those weird headaches still. It varies. Right now it's near my right ear and the front of the face. 

I guess when people get too close, there's that group think. That's why I like the firewall. That's why I like male-female working together. I like diversity. Sometimes it shuts down group think. It's not just a source of new ideas, it shuts down bad ones. So now I have a few males, a bunch of females, multiple races, multiple age groups. 

One intern said that women like male gynecologists. They're not familiar with the equipment. So they're not as rough. That makes sense. Too much familiarity can be bad. 

I've got some dishes to put up. Some clothes too. You know, I figured out why I like the downstairs. Some of my better memories are down here. It's more open. More light, but still privacy. 

I'm hoping the government is hearing me on this. I hope, like me, certain professionals are taking their vacation days, thinking about life choices, thinking about who they've been spending time with. I'm hoping that they are working together. Not pushing too hard. Slowing down the med trains. I'm pretty sure there's a reason it's been hard to get some more liberal doctors to shut up and that others won't let me quit. There's talk of protecting people, cult like thinking, too many meds... hospitals vs hospitals. Somethings do look incredibly like racketeering. profiting off insurance and medication. In collaboration. Against the wishes of others. So maybe I'm not the only one wavering at times. Maybe others are thinking of switching. Maybe they're tired of the chaos like me. I rather hope so. I really want the government to take a hard look at my medical records. Find the doctors that overprescribe. Get Clozaril permanently banned. Irrevocably. No more multistate clusterfucks. No one likes cleaning up someone else's mess. It's true. That's why I need to slow down. I know there are people just itching to help. Even the ones at CCBH. Who don't like me very much. Maybe they need restitution too. So I'm just waiting. for the government to decide. So people can breathe easy. So the kids will be healthy. I didn't even start the disability. Family did. Sometimes I can't control. Others do it for me. 

Drugs are dangerous. Even when legalized. Talking can be dangerous. It can turn people against you. So I'm confident the government will be keeping people safe. Just matter of time. Hopefully I can see the kids. Some of my friends. Without saying much. I've got a printer to analyze. I've got to look at my taxes more. Maybe avoid being overly romantic with health care people. No more run by huggings. Metaphors are addictive. 

The Old Days

 You tink Spidey dudent gno? Spidey's onto glue. Nebber saw dis coming doh. Spidey miss di old daze. Crawl with me...

Distwacted

Spidey a liddle distwacted. Gedding off on di wrong leg. Ebbyday almost. Spidey tink. Call out di itsy bitsy dibbision! Datdadadaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Dey grappling rite inn!

Weakness

I had a bit of a weakness spell. I was able to get a massage mat out. The vibration helped. I'm more aware. Memory is coming back. Slowly. I think it was kat that had a clearer perspective. Some of the team are silent partners. Behind the scenes. My psychiatrist and ima. They are still there. Still watching. So I know people are helping. Other then rest and a peaceful environment, the how's are unclear