breast drain and other annoyances

andy pink, live from inside your butthole —

took my mom to have the abscess in her breast looked at. still haven't gotten a good look at my mother's breast. this (the abscess not my blinded gaze) defers the radiation treatment for a couple of weeks, which sucks, but i guess that's the doctor's orders: follow the doctor's orders, then follow this note —

i am feeling much improved since we switched from the im to the po of the haldol. i still have prn too — i must have 600 1mg haldol tablets that i haven't taken — but i want to titrate down slowly, as certianly d/c an antipsychotic such as haldol can go awry. i am convinced that i will not need to go to the hospital this summer — i can do it — it's been 2 years since impatient at bournewood (a total dump, still, even if they have renovated it since 2010). my sister's birthday is 7/12 and the anniversary of her suicide is 7/24, so i have to manage the exo as much as i have to account for the endo.

but i am feeling better! — i read an old fred jameson essay on "metacommentary" which was good — if dated — but i want to move on to other essays, it is slow going, but go easy on yourself, andy, it's not a full time job.

part-time work at snhu was so utterly boring — no classroom performance to enjoy — that i had to get myself fired. the socialist job fair — if it is real — is sunday, hoping to get the location tomorrow, but i might be passed off, as salting and peppering is not my forte like teaching and writing are. i should be in the classroom — that is obvious to anyone who has encountered me, anywhere — but i will settle for a hardworking manual job as that will be a nice contrast to the reading and research (still not writing, except for the fact sheet).

i am still fat, but that will disappear by september, i should hope, as my plan of walking to central and back each day plus a brief stop at planet fitness ($15) will fix my flab. i am also trying to eat better, but that is coming along more slowly.

i am back on the lucky strikes / crowns, but should be off once i get back to 160. i am at 178 now, which is really high for me, but i'll get there, slowly. coffee is still black — except for the one with cream at the 7-11 every morning before planet, so i should lose but it will be awhile. my mom's cancer has stressed me, even though by all accounts she will be okay. 2% or 10% chance of recurrence.

seattle: i miss you. if anything, you are misses right away.

i realize no one reads this, but it does help me on my end to keep the mirror on the ceiling crashing into shattered bits that jeff accidentally eats. what would i do without jeff?

peace in the east, dianne weist in the west,

andy pink