When even shrinks won’t talk to a certain fella, we know we’re contemplating a nasty bit of work.
An appropriate description of Barry L. Williams, apparently.
After being on a wait list for 5 weeks, my local mental health professionals just informed me that they won’t consider meeting with me until I stop taking my drugs and start taking theirs. And they were pretty blunt about complying with their demands to be eligible to see a head doktor.
I’m baffled how they can arrive at this diagnosis without even having any kind of tête-à-tête with their supposed wacky patient!
They assume they know what is causing dude’s problems and yet they overlooked his biggest challenge – a passionate inability to conform to AKSA. (All-Knowing Squat Authority)
Anyway, The Powers That Be got me so riled up that today I
decided that because I’m the guy who speaks the most
to moi and due to having a wee smidge of history
with you-know-who, I will also be the fellow
grabbing my life-bull by the horns and
as such self prescribed a one-half
reduction in internal spirits
(which provides for being
hammered only every
second day now) with
a 100% wide open belief
in my ability to heal my own
stupid self. This could turn into
an interesting mind game for which
players will be needed so please don’t wander off.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
http://www.wired.com/medtech/drugs/magazine/17-09/ff_placebo_effect?currentPage=all
Time to go into training. Just lak dees boisse.
been on regular vitamins and meal replacement drinks for five weeks now and feeling much better.
Buck the head doktors. They won’t be practicing on me! HA HAHHAHAHHH!
Plus by putting my story on Google it will alter the spirit of that beast which will alter the spirit of all beasts.
And do no evil in the meantime. Amen.
Still doing the vitamins and shakes and have limited any drinking on daze off to one glass of wine max. And only that if I’ve been physically active or productive.
Feeling good and feeling good about feeling good if you know what I mean.