03-18-2013, 10:09 PM
Depending what city I got caught up in, different doctors have said I was manic-depressive, schizo-affective, obsessive compulsive, and a few things I can't remember. Once I went to see a doctor I'd never met before, and I told him I had A.D.D., and he wrote me a prescription for it. I was only in there seven minutes, and he didn't ask me more than three or four questions.
One time a doctor, after talking to me for a few minutes, started rubbing his hands together like a movie villain when he got to the subject of medication, and after going through a long list of possible combinations of drugs and the increasing of doses over time, he pulled a sample box of Lithium out of his desk drawer. I was reasonably certain that it was the only thing in that drawer, and that he'd been pulling that same box out since the late 1970s, and making a similar pitch.--What really got that doctor worked up was when he asked me if I believed other people could hear my thoughts. Well, I had just recently been investigating some of the classified, or maybe just lost and forgotten, files of Dr. Joseph Rhine and a few of his lesser known and uncredited colleagues concerning their famous studies of telepathy and telekinesis. I didn't tell the doctor that, I'm not a fool. And in answer to his question, I said that I'd like to think that it might be possible. And based hugely on that answer, my family was informed that I was psychotic, and needed to be normalized. He used the word "normalized" over and over. He wouldn't talk to me any more, he would only talk to me through another person that he spoke directly to when I was in the room. I guess that person was our translator that made his psycho-babble into my psychotic speech, and the other way around. Before any of this, we'd talked about my family's history of diabetes. That most of the male side of my family died of what people these days call "complications with diabetes" or something like that. When I got all my prescriptions filled, at the top of the side effects list, one of them said that the drug has been known to increase the risk of diabetes. I went back and got my translator to ask the doctor about that, and I was told that if I got diabetes, he'd put me on something else.
Now I write long letters and books and somewhat long Internet posts whenever I like. Because even if I didn't, people would still think of me as someone that did that type of thing. So I might as well.
I might as well.
One time a doctor, after talking to me for a few minutes, started rubbing his hands together like a movie villain when he got to the subject of medication, and after going through a long list of possible combinations of drugs and the increasing of doses over time, he pulled a sample box of Lithium out of his desk drawer. I was reasonably certain that it was the only thing in that drawer, and that he'd been pulling that same box out since the late 1970s, and making a similar pitch.--What really got that doctor worked up was when he asked me if I believed other people could hear my thoughts. Well, I had just recently been investigating some of the classified, or maybe just lost and forgotten, files of Dr. Joseph Rhine and a few of his lesser known and uncredited colleagues concerning their famous studies of telepathy and telekinesis. I didn't tell the doctor that, I'm not a fool. And in answer to his question, I said that I'd like to think that it might be possible. And based hugely on that answer, my family was informed that I was psychotic, and needed to be normalized. He used the word "normalized" over and over. He wouldn't talk to me any more, he would only talk to me through another person that he spoke directly to when I was in the room. I guess that person was our translator that made his psycho-babble into my psychotic speech, and the other way around. Before any of this, we'd talked about my family's history of diabetes. That most of the male side of my family died of what people these days call "complications with diabetes" or something like that. When I got all my prescriptions filled, at the top of the side effects list, one of them said that the drug has been known to increase the risk of diabetes. I went back and got my translator to ask the doctor about that, and I was told that if I got diabetes, he'd put me on something else.
Now I write long letters and books and somewhat long Internet posts whenever I like. Because even if I didn't, people would still think of me as someone that did that type of thing. So I might as well.
I might as well.