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Friday, May 16, 2025
The Good Eggs
I'm trying to keep the good eggs in mind. Those people in the middle. Especially the ones that help me. The city centers and imas and mindfuls and the nurses and other middle ground types. So that my perception doesn't get warped. Because it was very warped. That's part of why I asked specific people to read. Because I need to adjust perspectives. I'm not actually one of them. The doctors. And I need to stop looking at it that way. Because I know some of these people wouldn't want that. I don't really want that either. I told the PA. I don't like conflict and playing sides. That's one thing I liked about Springbrook. The first time. The second time it went sideways. But the first time was great. I try to remember that first time. When I think about division. There was lots of good things. People of different types. Feeling together. That was nice. Clozaril really warped my mind. I wasn't very aware. before that mild autism and some trauma. But im really glad to have changed some. Mip seemed to have some more advanced stuff at times. But I feel like they missed the boat in others. But I'll never understand ccbh. The dumbest crap. I think they didn't have enough... insight and perspective. Springbrook was worlds different. But that last stay was confusing. And the rant by that lpc was ... yeah, appalling. I don't know what she was thinking. There was this one... I think a nurse. Indian. Barely said a word. But very sharp. Perceptive. One resident in particular. The dream lady. She was great. She was the one that called it madderall. Which is the same issue the pa said about ritalin. If I ever have to go back to these places I'll try to go there. Maybe wear a mask. For air quality and spread of germs. I think they run the system pretty hard, but its small spaces.
Dear Nutritionist
Dearest Jenn,
So lovely to converse. I'll have to introduce you to Elly. She's the one gave me most of those tips. Let's not let legal banter and talk of hug and runs get between us. ACCOUNTability is for Psychiatrists. You know the type. You can thank inpatient for the colors. I've added some chicken, pork, and a dash of red meat. Between the fruits and veggies, probiotics, and electrolytes, I'm doing a lot of processing. I'll have to write y'all a poem sometime. Between FBI and Public Health, I'm in good hands.
On to more pleasant talk. I've been getting some very healthy tomatoes. But the hyperlipidemia thing makes me nervous. Perhaps the vegetable spread plus olive oil. Oh. Cheddar cheese. Elly didnt like dairy, you may recall. Tofu didnt work out. I'll be sure to write.
Fondly yours,
Ashes
Harp
Di Internist
Di internist so berry pwoud. We've been seeing udder people. Maybe Spidey make her a cobweb. She dudent feed me discharge papers.
Gatekeeper
Due to emotional issues, sense of humor is offline. This person is closed until further notice.
Intelligence
In absence of more intelligent ideas and not feeling any trust, i think i'll distract until i can get to the pharmacy with the sometimes-hostile workers who talk about me very contemptuously and there pick up my medication. maybe strange simply doesn't have a treatment plan. But at least they know whats going on. talked today.
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