This is the letter I will be emailing to the Hospital Inpatient Behavioral Health Satisfaction Survey. I am going to go through and remove the Doctor's names, so that you get a sense of the experience without having the real names of anyone involved. Me and my damn ethics. The names also do not correspond…
These Days
Author's note: It is fall cleaning time again and I found this sitting on my desktop and decided it needed to be completed or filed away for a later date. These days I wake up with my heart pounding. Prednisone, Tylenol with codeine #3, Viibryd, Klonapin (Clonazepam) Adderall (Amphetamine Salts) and I keep seeing things…
Morning Aura
In the mornings, there's a pulse in my neck that plays along with my optical migraines. Rhythm with an ocular slide-show only I can see. A veil flickers over my vision blurry pulsing in time with my heart beat. Good morning aura!
At Least I Woke Up (Graphic Content)
I woke up this morning in a pool of sweat and blood shaking, my mind let me know that I was awake and my blood pressure must be pretty high then I woke up this morning in a pool of sweat and blood shaking with pain in my lower back that let me know that…
Sound Associations
Laurie Anderson is a name I haven't thought of since the mid 1980's but the sound of rhythmic snoring and my own heartbeat, you know the sound you hear when you put your hand against your earsmashedintoapillow and you hear the boom-boom-boom of your own heart, makes me think of her. Funny where the mind…
A pinch
Tapping on my face, a pinch I rubbed whatever decided to wake me up off my face. Yesterday, a beetle Day before a spider that survived the heebie jeebies flail that accompanies an arachnid in my bed. Then it refused to leave, I tried to escort it off my bed, I made the effort to…
Playing with words
Hear, hear! I hear them here. The asphalt roller tears Like a bear that bares its serrated teeth chewing old chunks of road thousands, millions rode from lake to fair on the road to buy the fare of traveling peddlers Signaling the end of summer.
Daily Alarm
The sound of a scream has become my daily alarm clock followed by my skin crawling. Bolt upright, I hear the echo in my room. Instead of the pounding flow of blood between my ears, this is yet another shift in my body chemistry. Post traumatic sleep disorder? I look down and notice a strand of…
Pounding Office
My heart is pounding. I'm sitting waiting at the doctor's office the feeling from this morning returns. The pounding that is almost like a choking up feeling in my throat. I appear to be sitting calmly. I have run a race I'm starting to gasp for air.
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 