Saskatchewan, Canada is not a good place for folks to lose their mind.
Not if they care about its timely return anyway.
A couple of weeks ago I found myself desperately wading alongside that cracked canoe and shortly after receiving a double surely meaningful grunt coupled with a medicinally flavored glance from my kinda disengaged medical doctor I had the distinct impression that the yellow brick road of sanity could be mine for the walking.
“Not so fast” a jaded nurse informed me during a pre – getting to see Dr. Freud – phone interview. “We’re running super low on mind menders and are swamped with deranged dudes like you so don’t call us, we’ll call you.”
Nurse Normal spilled the burnt beans that it would be at least four months until anyone with a silent p in their job description could be sent out to find me in my mental state.
Until then, she advised, it would be just me duking it out with the damn demons in my head and mayhaps I would stand a better chance of surviving if I could somehow lay off the flammable fluids and smoldering plant material.
You know… in preparation to someday switching to their more socially acceptable brain bending placebo pellets.
Right after the psychic brush-off I felt better knowing that I was on my own when it came to fighting my way out of this life-long wet paper bag. The lack of reservists actually invigorated me.
No pain, no sane. I could live with that.
My next glass of wine exuded a strangely curative bouquet as I began this most recent round of chemotherapy and the hoot I chased it with revealed some deep, shamanic prowess.
Turned a corner I had and this breaking dawn hinted
that this was the road I had been searching for
and it felt good to know that I had a buddy
who had always been there but whom
I had never truly called on for help &
now I fully understood that the
people I would be counting
on were me, myself & I.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Imaginary help is HERE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Man_factor
Don’t turn down help if you can get it Barry. Why not keep the alcohol intake, but cut out the plant substances. I find I have more control over my mind with alcohol, anything stronger and I lose it. The yellow brick road is out there somewhere, you just have to find the strength to walk it.
John
Leamington Spa, England
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They turned me down John.
And help is where the heart is. I know what works for me won’t work for everyone on account of we’re not the same.
Thanks for commenting pal.
Later, your crazy fiend,
Ab Normal
Yes, fiend.
The crazy side of every ball is the place that is being kicked.
No?
I had the distinct impression that the yellow brick road of sanity could be mine for the walking love this quote…how many times have i thought the same thing myself, i prefer alcohol to other stuff as i find i am able to keep my mind with alcohol Barry
Minds are like kites, pal.
They look good on the level but were designed to be cut loose. (on a tether)
You agree, don’t you?
I wanted to be cured of facing my demons because it feels weird to be different.
Maybe for some of us feeling weird is normal.
Ted Turner is weird.
Henry Ford was weird.
Politics is weird.
My father was weird.
Pope so-in-so was weird.
Shites weird and I guess normal is a matter of accepting a certain level of weirdness. Everyone has some level.
Weird is necessary. We’re bored without it.
One day I felt guilty. The next day I didn’t.
That is a wee bit of insanity I got over rat there.
Now that I’m taking these fucking Ray Kurzweil pills or whatever the wife has me on, I just don’t feel the same.
And it looks to me like I’m sitting on the tailgate of something going just in front of my life.
Uh, is that a good thing?
I’m knocking down stuff without even being there.
And I can hear it falling.
Life is lived at a certain height.
If a person can fall without hitting the ground then falling is okay and a person can recover.
If you ain’t high enough and take a tumble, that rat there is one deadly maneuver. What other folks swoop up from, low dude crashes and burns.
Its where you at & who made you that matters. Not the turbulence.
Actually I feel better now. Still crazy but with good reason nooow