How else can I say it, title it?
You are my people. My resource.
You hear it first.
My life is messy.
It’s not the worst.
My BFF turned my life upside down.
You guys know I have chronic pain and was looking for a way out. I went Cold turkey for over a week. The worst pain I’ve ever had except for the 60 day flare in reaction to an ‘interventional pain management’ pain doc. Yeah, ‘interventional’ all right. Between me and my life. Between me and my pocketbook. Once back on, thought I could not get off. But I’ve been sick ever since. Hey, you play you pay.
Weak and sick I wanted to go to the ER and check for an obstruction. On the way gonna stop by my BFF’s. I’d packed my low sugar high fiber foods and protein Shakes with Pomegranate in them and Off I was gonna go. Except for one hitch. She’d called the cops and said I was suicidal. Cuffed and dragged off to the psych ward. Then she called my father and told him private stuff. She’s always hated my husband. Partly because he doesn’t have money and she thinks I could do so much better.
I’ll really miss her. Foreign films, world affairs, someone intellectual, worldly and brainy to be around and another former disc jockey.
I think it’s a marketable story. What can I call it in seven words or less so that betrayal and paradox jump right off the page; promising a publisher clicks? Can I Sell it to Buzzfeed? Vice? Gawker? Who? It’s got to be a rebellious type of publication. One that questions the system a tad.
The two publications I write for probably wouldn’t appreciate my caustic tone when I describe yanking the warden’s chains; claiming I’m a nationally published writer who is also in their daily newspaper, a mantle of credibility which happens to be true. People get starstruck.
The puzzlement on their faces was precious. Priceless. Maybe it’s true. Maybe she’s here by mistake. Our mistake.
Where does this story of one friendship (probably a sick, codependant attachment) end and a new life of healthier pursuits and a more balanced set of associates begin?
Because it’s not really about what she did to me, it’s about why I attract people to my life sicker than I am. That’s what’s nuts. Then I share my intimacies. Totally Bonkers.
All along I assumed she understood and she’d just been laying in wait to get me locked up somewhere. She’s disapproved of my level of care and self care all along, right down to the cooler full of raw foods, low sugar fruit, protein and water I carry around.
A topic gets sensationalized, everyone jumps on it and we forget all else. Like my wisecrack about the airlines being like the drug companies. Right now, a hot topic is demonizing the use of opiates. Yet the third leading cause of death is doctor error …sometimes writing the wrong medication.
They are changing the name of my antidepressant, Brintellix to Trintellix because docs and pharmacists were getting Brintellix confused with something else….
Gosh, I had just gotten my pharmacist and my doctor accustomed to the original spelling. As if life wasn’t confusing enough. Instead of further restricting people’s access to pain medicine they should make those doctors slow down and take remedial medical courses after an incident of physician error, as I’ve suffered a few of those and walked away from a lucrative lawsuit. (See: Tardive Dyskinesia, Failed Foot Surgery)
Are You Sure about this Or Are you just trying to sell your book?
The big news this week was “The Biggest Loser” and how all contestants gained back their weight and more. The ‘experts’ are weighing in and now saying ‘you can’t lose weight and keep it off.’
I am writing a metabolic series for bphope.com and part two of it is in this link for bphope.com. Give me a click through, will ya? I need a pat on the back right now. Everyone is saying “No” today. And I hate that word.
I’ve never been much for ‘experts’ or authority figures of any sort, anyway.
There’s no ‘7 Foods, nor would I put a list (listicle) article on my blog! Gotcha!!! If you want a list, click these links about list articles- why I HATE & FEAR their growing dominance.
Before Seroquel I was ten pounds lighter than this. I am an exercise nut. Love it. Swimming is just one of my ‘things.’ Then I was put on Clozaril because it’s super sedating and I have tardive. Between it and the Xenazine Caring Voices Coalition (a charity for rare diseases) helps me get, and a benzo, I’m pretty good but struggle with weight. In studies, Clozaril is twice as likely to result in weight gain, hunger, hyperinsulinism, metabolic syndrome and finally, type 2 diabetes, even weight independent diabetes.
Originally titled “Bipolar Strong: Rx: Fast Cars, Loud Music and Quentin Tarantino” What do you think of new title?
Clicks appreciated. hahahah
This was fun to write because it’s about Nine Inch Nails and other stuff.
They changed the name of the story from “Bipolar Strong: Rx Fast Cars, Loud Music and Quentin Tarantino” to something else. Am I getting messed with here?
Cuffed and Dragged off thanks to my best friend. She’s the one with 200 tegretol to try to take her life a fourth time…but I’m the one carried away. So uncool.
I was sick. She called the cops to have me shoved into involuntary psych eval. I find out later that the cooler of fresh healthy raw foods I carry around as I’m prediabetic she calls that ‘crazy.’ My stomach problems are evidence of ‘crazy.’ My BFF NO LONGER IN MY LIFE. Sad. But she’s gotta go.
I’m usually all cheery about how fun it is to write. Sometimes you have what’s a great idea and then you look at it later and it’s a dog. A dead dog, matter of fact. But work on it I must. It’s due. I’d much rather write the story “Self confessed addict, bipolar uses opiates safely (?) for decades.”