For the past few days, I couldn’t put a finger on why I felt so out of sorts. Miserable would be another word to describe my predicament. I realize now my injection ran out a few days early. Well, my medications have started to be released into my bloodstream and I feel a hundred percent better. I feel peace in my mind. What a modern miracle these atypical antipsychotics are. In the old days, they would put me in a sanitarium and give me electro-shock therapy.
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
A Mighty Fine Day to Be Alive…
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I have been one sick camper. Dad asked me when's the last time I ate last and I ate last Saturday. Not postmortem just yet!!!
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