aren't supposed to talk about.
Like the pills that you're
taking. It's not table conversation.
But it's what I have
to say. When someone asks
"How are you?" I either
bite my teeth into a
grin and give the standard
"Good. And you?" or I
launch into a monologue about
lithium or klonopin or my
seroquel dreams. Don't lower the
lithium until you've been stable
for months. You can stand
the tremor until then. Careful
with klonopin, or it'll be
next Tuesday before we see
you awake. And
seroquel. 25 mg flattens most people
the first time.
And a few recommendations: don't
go see a midnight showing of Catching Fire
and then take some,
because the seroquel dreams
have a field day
with movies, especially in theaters,
and just might take you
back there. But it's different,
because they're in your
own head
with your memories
and they fold them into
any pattern they want to.
I'm lucky enough to have
friends who enjoy these little
talks, who laugh and ask
"Have you ever tried ... " and
give me a story of
their own prescription drug use.
And my hands shake, and
I wake up at 4
to get water, and I
dream seroquel's brand of unreality.
But so do these friends.
And we talk about drugs.
And psychiatrists, and family history,
and there's humor in it
I wouldn't have seen by
myself.
It's a side effect not listed on the bottles.
