I think my crazy pills are trying to kill me.

I've developed some fairly mild  lunatic problems since the accident, and I take some small amount of Lexapro to keep me from running down the street at night,  naked,  with a rifle, looking for a rooftop.

But...since the evil Workman's Comp insurance company denied any more sessions with my shrink, and since I can't afford them, myself, some of my symptoms are increasing.  Viewing this as a negative development, I spoke to my physician about it, and he upped my crazy pill dose by 50%.  That was a couple weeks ago, and I think I'm finally feeling some effects from it, since me sleeping around the fucking clock isn't normal.

Here's the deal...

I get up fairly early, usually around three, maybe four.  Sometimes I seem a little sleepier than other times, and now and then, after being up an hour or two, I'll get  back in bed for an hour or so.  Just as often, not.

And then, usually late in the morning, I take a nap of  a couple hours, sometimes three, if I'm lucky enough for Molly to leave me alone.

In bed around ten, usually.

Yesterday, I got up early as usual, then ended up back in bed for nearly two more hours.  About 9:30 I needed a little shut-eye, nearly two hours worth.  Later in the day, along about 3:30 or so in the afternoon, I decided to take a little nap.  That nap lasted till about 9.15, at which time I got up, peed, and went to bed for the night, getting up this morning at just after 3:30.

Count up those hours, and you'll see what I'm talking about.  I never sleep like this. Never.

Since getting up this morning, I've napped a total of about six hours, spread over three episodes, and if I wanted to, I could lie down and go back to sleep right now.

My emotional attitude hasn't changed any thru this, I mean, I'm not experiencing some big bout of depression or anything...so...I'm concluding that my crazy pills are just now having their effect.

Of course, I suppose it could be dengue fever or some damned thing, but if this is as bad as it gets, I don't know what all those Africans have been bitching about.  It's not like they go to work hunting monkeys or whatever, right?  They can sleep a little bit extra, ain't gonna hurt 'em.

Me too.  I'm just like them African natives, in that I ain't got anything to do, either, but I'm not eating any monkey.  It's eating shit like that that makes those people so ugly.  It's not their fault, but it ain't mine, either. I'm just saying, is all.  (1)

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Still, I did used to have some pretty good jack off sessions looking at those naked folks in National Geographic when I was a kid.  And, I swear to god I can remember seeing a tribe or group or village or whatever the hell it was, and a bunch of those people had what appeared to be smooth sticks up their asses, with feathers on the end of it, all decorative, like.  Of course, back when I was jackin' to Nation Geo, the photos were all in black and white, so I don't know how colorful it was.  I tried putting a broom stick in my ass once, you know, from the old corn brooms everyone's mom used to use, but I wasn't familiar with the need for some sort of lubrication if you're headed up your butt, so the first attempt  wasn't all that successful.