Panic Insomnia Typing
I find it’s very interesting that I can type a lot faster when in this state. Sure, there may be a few typos, but my fingers move like the demons in my head, across the keyboard, nonetheless.
This post is about something. Not just your typing.
Tomorrow is going to be rough. Two doctors, getting past the agora…wait, you don’t know that one from “The List.”
I couldn’t sleep last night due to this, and I don’t know if I will be able to tonight.
My Clobazam/Frisium. Can my Neuro get it since Big Pharma is withholding it from all the pharmacies? If he can’t, is it available through hospitals? I’ll go inpatient tomorrow! But I have to see my GP, too.
Because I have to see if I have I have Osteoporosis. Or anything resembling it? And talk about a lot more of “stuff.”
So, a lot of co-ordination and calls and appts. and not knowing where I’m going and…yeah. And call my pharmacy to see if Big Pharma is doing this with any other drugs? Is it just my Clobazam/Frisium (that would be their manufacturer Novopharm, the goddamn, fucking bastards!)
So here I sit. I haven’t even taken my meds (well, a Valium), but it took me hours to get a very restless sleep last night. Right now, I feel like I’ll be up forever.
So, here I sit on my “quiet floor,” where I think I may be the loudest person–blasting Depeche Mode. I think I’ll turn it up now.
Here’s a tune for you. If you know me, it’s me. If you don’t feel the same way, it’s still me.
“Sometimes” by Depeche Mode