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Checkers
The checkers are at it again. They check, recheck, cross check, check again, find this person to drag in or that person to manipulate, then they find something new to complain about. It changes by the hour, the complaints and the solutions and the people they try to manipulate or complain to. It's a regular newsflash around here. Every minute they find a problem to obsess about. Then it's check, recheck, cross check, find someone to drag in or demonize. It never ends. Each day it starts, and it goes from here to there and back again. Yep, here's something new. This is the wrong color. This doesn't taste quite right? Who is not good enough at this moment. Is it this person? that person? who can we blame now? How do we fix and control and arrange the world in this exact moment? Oh, let's blame this person. Let's fix this. Let's slam and run around and do all this ridiculousness and then talk about our greatness. Uh no! This person didn't use the right words! that person looked at me funny! Let's complain loudly in public. Let's have a group bitching. Yes, that feels good. All together now! Where do we run and control next? Aww... that person hurt my feelings because they didn't smile and say yes loud enough. This person didn't jump to the ready at the exact right moment!
Every second of every day. Some people something or someone to manage. Something to fix. No they can't sit still. They gotta run around. Control the world. God forbid someone say no. God forbid people be honest. Nope, we'll keep asking different people until we get the answers we want. One person and one day at a time. Controlling the world. Making it just like us. Because that's the way it needs to be. Of course. Until the end of time. Because there is no God, we are God. And we know it. We have the letters after our names. And that is the holiest of holy. The ultimate high. Controlling the world, one other human at a time. Someday this human will get tired of this, so we'll find another to control. Until we've controlled so very many.
Oh the glory that is us. Until our backs are turned and people speak the truth. But we'll ignore it. Because what we do. We make our lies and then reinforce them every day. Every moment. Until we are dead and in the ground. And then there will just be the name. Isn't it great? So pretty. Until it isn't, and then we gotta make it pretty or replace it with something else. Absolutely beautiful. And ugly as sin. But we'll keep lying to ourselves, day by day, finding something or someone new to use, because that's what we do. So beautifully ugly.
Or maybe, just maybe, life really is ok. And at some point there's nothing left to fix. I dunno. One would think. But then, thinking is overrated, right? Unless I'm right, then it's great. Fantastic. Absolutely.
Can only run so many people into the ground before they get really pissed off about it. But maybe you really are happy. Hard to say. But eventually the truth catches up. And you run out of strings. And then what's left? a name and a bunch of pissed off people. That's not what I want. But don't listen to me, throw me out, throw out my things, have me redoctored and reconfigured every few months. Great use of resources. Or maybe, just maybe, it's ok the way it is. Let's take a survey of the community here. Ignore the results. then pat ourselves on the backs and talk about how great we are.
THAT IS INSANITY. Give a a dx. Dress it up. Medicate it. Get it support groups. How many people can we asylum today? So hard to choose. There's so many that are not like us. We gotta find some place to put them. Nope, move that one here and this one there. Let's change the dx again. But I like this dx! It's pretty. I like giving it a name. AND AN ACRONYM! ACRYNYMS ARE COOL! Up, this one needs more management. This other one is falling short of perfect. Here's a new dx. No, let's try that one. Let's consult a specialist. Nope, I don't agree with that one. Let's go to this place I found online. It's in MA! no here's one in VA! Oh but what have they invented now? what are the side effects?
Everyday just another med! YAY! Dosage #1? Dosage #2? Well we better call this doctor and complain.
Never ends. Never ends. It just starts all over again. Every day. Round and round and back again! Oh but we have letters! Let's all stand around and congratulate ourselves. Now let's go out to eat and do it and fuss and complain loudly and piss everyone off and pretend we don't notice. Or maybe we can shut up and mind our own business. No that would never work. Let's find something else to manipulate. Do you like Indian? Do you like Thai? Oh but I have to have middle eastern! You ever heard of food? you eat it. It's everywhere. Sometimes it doesn't even need a name. Just a thought.
Where the minding my own business in this, I do not know. But it's getting rather annoying. MAYBE SHIT IS OK THE WAY IT IS. MAYBE WE CAN ALL SHUT UP, DO WHAT WE NEED TO DO, and GO HOME. NO? Not yet. Find something else to fix. Find something to clean. Find something that is in some small way displeasing and rearrange it. Better yet, let's argue about how it needs to be and rope someone else into doing it and then complain about the work and then rethink it and find someone else to redo it. Every single day. again and again. Cuz we need our fancy things and our self-admiration and the recognition. No, we'll never stop. We'll just find something or someone else to fix. Because that's what we do. We don't mind our own business. EVEN IF PEOPLE ARE SCREAMING THE RIGHT WORDS DIRECTLY AT US. Nope. We'd never do that. We'll find something else to be upset about. Cuz we're so perfect. Nope, we won't listen. We'll just keep doing what we do. And then we'll have support groups so we can bitch about it. And we'll complain about the other people who don't measure up. That's what we do. Nope, can't be happy till we have all the money and the fame and the recognition in the entire planet. And then one day we'll be buried in a field under a tree with our names on everything. Cuz we're God, and we love being God. We'll lie to people and say we believe in God, and then turn around and proudly call ourselves atheists behind closed doors. Kiss the royal ring. talk about how shiny it is. It's so pretty. and everyone admires us. and we pissed off when they don't act like it, and say the right words. We're deaf until we choose to listen. Cuz we gotta run around!
You're sure this is sane? Cuz I've got a few dozen questions about this logic. But let's rope more people in and manipulate them into getting this treatment or that, this center or that center. Let's play musical solutions. One moment at a time. Tomorrow we'll pick this solution or that center. The next day, well, we'll find another. Run around town. Spreading our crazy. Cuz that's what we do. Find someone else to smile and agree and get us what we want. everyday.
MIP March 2025
What did learn from MIP? I learned what to filter out. What limits to set. They didn't like that I was there. Again. But I thought of what key people have told me. The psychiatrists that follow me, the counselor that follows me, and the psychologist from the outpatient program. Avoiding making friends with dysfunctional people. Ignoring their games and their misguided comments. Filtering things out. Not being so focused on names. not playing different people against each other. sticking to basic truths. What things to ignore. When to say enough is enough. Shutting down gossip and not buying into beliefs that are not healthy. When I need to be clear. When I need to make threats. How to process and let go of what remains. I was there for a week. I did a lot of thinking. There are people whose advice remains guiding principles. The rest, unfortunately, I have to let roll off. I've had a lot of mentors. I have gotten a lot of good advice. But I have to choose the advice that works for me. I did very little talking. I was very careful about what I bought into. Hospitals and centers are full of influences and advice. Be careful what you buy into. Sometimes I have to heed my own counsel. playing musical advisors or musical influencers... yeah you can experience a lot. But it can lead you down dark paths. Slowly or all at once. Can't please everyone. I'm choosing my people carefully. I'm filtering some things out. I've had trouble trusting psychiatrists. Some of them can be slippery or cold. They don't know everything. I can't expect them to. Yet as much heat as I get for relying on them, as hard as I find it to communicate with them, I liked what that one and the outpatient one are doing. As far as coordination of care, I signed the necessary releases after they discharged me, and whether people like it or not, I'm keeping the same doctors and other medical staff. I can't play musical medical staff. But I'd rather not return to the Memorial medical campus anymore then I absolutely have to. I'm being more careful what I say. That's not paranoia. That's boundaries. I'd rather not involve more people in these hallucinations or PTSD or whatever any more than necessary. To me that's boundaries. Yes, I live by myself. Yes, I don't go out much. No, it still doesn't seem like a good idea to do so. No, I don't know when that will change. And there will always be people that resent me for being who I am. So stay out of my life. Don't get involved. If you know you don't like me, don't be around me. You have choices. You send me somewhere else, someone else will find something to dislike about that. I can't make my own referrals. If no one makes a referral to gateway, I can't go there. No one has. No one intends to. I don't see how it would help but it's not even up to me. I can't go there without a referral. No one is making that referral. Not MIP. Not Brownell. Not the counselor. No one. That is actually, outside of my control. When I have so much medical to focus on, and I'm trying to reintegrate, another center isn't gonna make a difference. If these professionals disagreed, they would have already made that referral. I'm not giving them instructions; they are making decisions. I'm not stubborn. I'm heeding professional advice. I can't tell them what referrals to make. Phoenix is a limited time program. It doesn't fix this. This truly is mental health. Let the professionals do their jobs, mind your own damn business. Stop being fake and controlling. Leave me alone. I don't need that many people in my life. Let me focus on the medical. I can't fake these results. It's not possible. You don't need to talk to me? You don't want to talk to me? Then don't. How much more needs to be said before people shut up and mind their own business? You don't want emergencies? you don't want stress? Just keep you mouths shut and your eyes on your business. I'm trying to do the same. No more advice. Let the professionals do their job. You're pissing them off. Not just me. Them too. MIP. Counselor. ER. No one is happy about this. Stop trying to control me and them. Let them do their jobs. As far as the house, it's completely unclear to me what exactly needs to be thrown away, but I'm cleaning it. But the until the internist says more about the blood pressure, I can only do so much driving and moving around. You're never gonna listen. I could put it in five languages, you'll still be pissed. You have some things to get over too. Mind your own business. You're gonna kill me this way. Running me here and there. Let the professionals do their job. I'll probably never know what makes you happy. I'm tired of trying. Stay out of my life unless you actually want to be in it. Whatever you think I am. Let that go. Whoever I am, take from that what is actually there, and stop trying to program me. One day you'll have to actually listen to something I say and really hear it, or stop listening and being around me entirely. In the meantime, let me mind my own business.
Blood Pressure
Well, it went back up again. 144/87. I'd better update the psychiatrist. Tomorrow it's the picking up of the meds, calling the internist, and visiting the house again. Y'all know who you are. Don't get too involved in this shit. You know my name. Use it if you need to. But this blood pressure thing has to have my attention right now. My foot is usually best in the middle of the day. So that's when I'll do my necessary driving. Medication refill. Go by the house. Counseling checks on me at 2. This is my life. now you all can see. This is it. day by day. Is it pretty? This is me trying to mind my own business. Not cause harm. This is it. You don't have to see me. You don't have to know me. You can mind your own business too. For me it has to revolve around doctors and symptoms. No Center or person with letters after their name can change that. I don't know how much you want me to do. But my body is only so strong. The medical tests can't be faked. I'm not that creative. Unless you want a medical following me around to keep the records, you may have to rely on the numbers in the charts and the numbers that I get. I'm not so creative that I can create patterns. I'm not interested in trying. I'd like to work out the problems I have and not endanger anyone. Pretend you don't know me if you don't like it. Just find me a little less interesting, if you could. You've got other things to talk about and to do. It's not like I said to myself, well maybe I'd like to be medically complex. I didn't come up with the term. They gave it to me. One of their brilliant ideas. I'm trying to pick up fewer ideas. Stick with the long lists on the charts. All the letters. I'm trying to let those letters stay on the charts. focus on reality. Right now that's the blood pressure. There's only so much more I want to know.