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I went to the dr.(an endocronologist) last week about the pain I had been having and he said the pain was unrelated to pco so he referred me back to my ob/gyn. He did give me metformin and aldactone though. Those are sedating me. I have been sleeping 12 or so hours a day. I am still in pain and the ob/gyn said he will give me no more Ibufrofen. He said I shouldn't have a hysterectomy because I am too young; but I am considering it. I think he is disgusted with me and doesn't want to work with me anymore.
On a lighter and more entertaining note I was helping my friend put together tables from IKEA and I said how many Schizophrenics does it take to put two tables together? And she said four: two people and their imaginary friends. It was only a joke.
I heard Bush's speech on the state of the war in Iraq and then I heard about a website where they show what is really happening in Iraq. It is www.worldtribunal.org Check it out.
I thought it was so cool that it turned out that Jack Kerouac was Schizophrenic. Interesting.
I didn't get to see Paperclips. Maybe another time. I went to visit my friend Linda the other day and we swam and watched part of Steel Magnolias. Linda sang the blues on her guitar. She wants me to have a party. Maybe I can do that in July.
The job that I said I would check out didn't pan out because you need a car. I am thinking of buying a car soon. I'm a little afraid to drive though. Maybe I can after i get my meds fixed. I called the Access line tonight to try to get help because my case manager said that I wouldn't be allowed to speak to a nurse or a dr. until july the 13th when my appointment is. The nurse on the line could not advise me on the drugs but said that if they still refuse me tomorrow then I should call patients rights. OOPS! I don't want to stir up a can of worms but...
Oh, I am getting a poem published. It will be in a book from poetry.com. I am so stoked. MY poem is called Life.
I went to a party at the clubhouse and i started wondering what the bleep I was doing there playing pass the coconut. It was a Hawaiin party. That was Friday. I haven't been back; but might return on Thursday to go to a museum with the members.
I went to a meeting last Tuesday for people with M.I. and I felt entirely unsafe. The leader told me that the pain was in my mind. Then later a guy started in on me about how i closed his club when i used to work for the organization. I am not going back.
One of my friends(Christian) bought me a webcam and it has been fun to use.
A lady wrote me and asked me to try out to be in an article in Glamour magazine on schiz. but I decided not to try because I am not highly successful at this time.
Friday I am flying to Denver and then from there I will ride with my sis and her family to Encampment, Wyoming. I am still stressed about it since i will have to be at the airport at 7:00 a.m. That means i must leave my house at 5:00 or 5:30 a.m.
OH, I cut up a watermelon and froze the chunks and let them thaw a little and then blended it. It makes a watermelon slushy. Yummy!
Thanks to everyone who has written comments on the site. They are so helpful!
I saw The Merchant of Venice and it was really good. I've been going to the clubhouse a lot lately. I am kind of regretting the fact that I didn't take the peer advocacy training at the clubhouse. That would have taken four months to complete and then I would have had the opportunity to do a job for county mental health. I didn't really think I wanted to do it until it was too late.
I went on a job interview with a senior day treatment for those with Alzheimer's and didn't get it. I got a call about my resume I sent out for a job working as an instructional companion for an autistic child. I have to call back tomorrow.
Wednesday I have an appointment with a specialist and my mom is driving me. If the appointment doesn't last long we will see a movie in Beverly Hills. I want to see Paperclips.
On July first I go to Wyoming. I'm really nervous about it.
I'm putting an ad on yahoo personals;but my heart's not really in it. I'm not feeling that proud of myself right now. My name on yahoo is heatheroftheangels I don't have a picure up yet. I will have to get a disc made.
My computer crashed and so I was unable to post for a while. I had surgery and they removed some cysts from my ovaries. Unfortunately though the pain persists. I am taking vicodin and hope to try a new dr. I found through Cedar Sinai. I really need to be able to work.
I'm supposed to go to Wyoming in July and have already purchased my plane ticket. Hopefully I will be well by then.
I wasn't able to finish my Fiction class. That is a big disappointment.
I was very hopeful about the surgery; but since it hasn't turned out as planned I am rather down.
Last week I went to emergency thinking they could help but they weren't that eager to see me. They did an ultrasound and found a new cyst but sent me home with instructions to take more vicoden.
I think I lost a good friend. She doesn't call anymore and I realized that she had been mistreating me for a while. I find her hypocritical and she doesn't have strong sense of who she is. One week she feels strongly about something and the next she has flip flopped on the issue. This is due to what others tell her to do. Or how they tell her to think. People are constantly telling me how to live my life and I think that happens to her too.
I was feeling rather sad earlier this evening and a friend called and as we were talking she ended the call abruptly. That really offended me since I always listen to her concerns and allow her to sound off angrily sometimes. The sad thing is that that was the only call I received all day. I really need to get out and meet new people.
My Mom left me an e-mail in which she told me that she has a solution to my dilemma about working and going to school simultaneously. She said that I should not invest any money suddenly. She wants to discuss something. That irritates me because there again is someone else making major life desicions for me. In other words I must run everything by her first. That makes me feel lousy. She told me recently that I shouldn't even finish my B.A. because I won't have a use for it. That reminds me of her logic a few months ago when she gave me the tip to not pay my debts. She said just let them be written off after seven years or something. I'm almost done paying all my debts accept my student loan which isn't due yet. If I would have taken her lousy advice I'd have no hopes of getting an apartment or buying a piece of property. She is the same way when I have a boyfriend. I met this guy and she said "What have you learned in the last 10 years about men?" That really blew me out of the water. How could she say that? Would she feel the urge to say that if I were "normal"? Maybe that is just it though; maybe that is just how moms are.
I saw the movie "Crash" and loved it. I took three friends and they loved it too. It was very interesting. You really have to pay attention. I also watched Five People You Meet in Heaven. That was excellent too.
I had a group of friends meet me at a restaurant for my birthday. It was fun. They play I went to for my day was fun too. It was very intense.
I'm considering taking a driving course so that I can begin driving again. I'd have better work options if I drove.
I am enrolled at Thomas Edison State College in New Jersey and I plan on completing my B.A. in Liberal Studies. I think that by doing the last bit of units in that major I can utilize more of the courses I have completed and finish faster. It is online by the way.
It is my dream to get a loft in downtown L.A. To buy or rent it. I like it better because there is more activity there. Here is a suburb that some call a bedroom community. I know that the grass is always greener and wherever you go there you are but I would like a change of scenery. I like to live where I can walk to things and where there is a lot of culture. I love Manhattan; but I'm too chicken to move to an unfamiliar place. I also hate snow.
Last summer I went to 3 concerts with my friend Larry who passed in Dec. and I miss that. I want to try to go to the hollywood bowl again this year. Suddenly I don't feel as outgoing about organizing groups to go to cultural events.
Sunday night feels just like any other day when you don't work and you are not really a part of society's timeclock.
Solitude does not always
Does not always
Sometimes creates clarity
derides from a need
of those with superior intelligence
to escape to freedom, sunshine, and joy
Will time pass all my life
leaving me too contemplative
to turn without
to stop the quiet voice
of the watcher?
don't forget me,
laugh with me,
but feeling alive
there is sometimes evidence
of things unseen.
absence of a speaker
the need to be heard
Because of the screaming
no one is listening.
Too much time
days on end
no quality of life
shortened life span
desire to escape
Tired of today
when will sleep arrive
one more day gone
Do I choose to live this life?
I felt distanced from you
I knew it was our last day
I was not in your dream
we have no more karma
Sex is easy
love is elusive
as is God
I am seeking
of a God
of a man
who will find me?
present themselves to me
will I be aware
will there be
evidence of invisible things?
I remember your name
await your return
pray that you will
speak the next time
Hoping you arrive
at 2:00 a.m.
buzz me from the door
tell me not to answer
in my nightshirt
because it is too sexy
say you love me
have so much lust for me
because we are just water
what we have
can't be wrong
is not dirty
will not survive
A trip to a frontier unclaimed
we will take a subway
don our makeup
pass the cigar bar
where men feel virulent
a few more days off their lives
no fear of death at midlife
we will finger fine pocket watches
but not buy
we will watch the sunset at the pier
browse a British tea store
imagine a room at a fancy blue hotel
overlooking an ocean life
that could be ours
if we could only leave the desert floor.
Today we will get blisters
from walking miles in Payless shoes
and settle for sniffing
scented silk carnations.