ABILIFY Day 40
Question:
For those who marvel at the dreams Abilify creates, Sonata does this too and you remember everything. -M "Phinny" <pna…@NOSPAMNOSPAMvzavenue.net> wrote in message
news:9u6k3v84bqbt6sfdtutcbn4sg46f8m23ft@4ax.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Well today was pretty extraordinary. The miracles keep coming. > Coincidence: Things going wrong with both Janor and my cars at the > same time. His is slowing down to 20 mph on the freeway and has to be > taken in. Mine has some weird metallic rhythmic clicking sound > underneath that keeps getting louder. I hope it’s not something MAJOR > like the axle needs to be replaced. > Last night’s dream: I take huge black velcro strips off the bottom of > my car. > Last night Janor calls me to tell me that his car broke down. BUT he > also says that he has to be in court in San Francisco by 9am SHARP, on > the dot, or he’s going to go to jail. This is because he was caught, > in San Francisco, he was caught going the wrong way down a one way > street. > Driving in San Francisco is extremely confusing even to someone > without A.D.D. It’s interesting how physically handicapped people can > sue if things aren’t set up to accommodate them but mentally > handicapped people are penalized if things go wrong because things > AREN’T set up for THEM. Anyway, Janor already has one failure to > appear and if he gets another one, there will be a warrant put out for > his arrest. > So I think about this. I don’t know of any other way he can get up > there besides my taking him. He doesn’t know anybody else in this area > and I don’t know anybody else who would take him. A taxi would cost a > fortune. > So I resolve to take him. I get up at 6am today and leave a little > after 6:30am. Before I do so I close my eyes and say a prayer that we > will get there okay. I know my car is not in great shape. > I pick him up and we run into a little bad luck trying to find a > working ATM machine so he can get cash to pay for another night at the > Motel 6 he’s staying at. This delays us. Then we wait in the long line > to get on 101. > After a while on 101, during crowded rush hour traffic, we hit kind of > a stride and make progress by getting in the carpool lane and zipping > by all the backed up traffic. I reflect that at this point it is > fortuitous THAT his car broke down because otherwise I would not be > taking him and we therefore could not have used the car pool lane. An > act of God? > So the minutes tick by. We pass Daly City, then Burlingame. Finally > we’re into South San Francisco. Then San Francisco. > Here things start to slow down. We’re 2 miles away from our exit, but > it takes us like 20 minutes to make those two miles in this hideous > bottleneck that is always there at that junction where 80/The Bay > Bridge exit is off of 101. We just creep along. Running would be > faster. Janor starts to stress, but I remember the prayer and imagine > that we will ‘just’ make it. > Somehow we find the right exit, pull off, and there’s the courthouse. > It’s 8:59am. I drop Janor off and, luck again, he actually finds a > short line leading in where they are not checking people’s > credentials. He makes his way into the courtroom and as he opens the > door, at that precise moment, the gavel of the commissioner cracks > down and it is declared that ‘court is in session’. > He was told that he couldn’t even be one minute late. > My mom says that God has a way with timing. > So Janor, who has a way of getting OUT of tickets by demanding a jury > trial, like the United States Constitution provides, pulls that move, > gets another court date set, and I pick him up and we drive back and > make it back in one piece, that clicking sound getting worse. > Anyway, I get money tomorrow. Need to take the car in. Janor and I > hung out here for a while here and then I took him back to the motel. > It has been revelatory to me to talk to him about the issues he faces > because they are very much the same issues I face and have faced: > separation from parents, codependency, making it as an artist, getting > through mental blocks, overcoming anxiety, regret, dread, doubt, fear. > In helping him out, I am really helping myself too. I am calling upon > resources I DIDN’T KNOW I HAD WITHIN ME! It is teaching ME how strong > *I* am. And in passing on what I learn I am investing in the future > and abating my own depression. I feel the Abilify has been ‘fuel’ in > this respect that has allowed me to do the work, to create momentum, > to get myself in a non-depressed SPACE in my life by making me more > productive and helpful. > Perhaps eventually it is not out of the realm of possibility that it > could change my brain chemistry and even my brain structure to a less > depressed state, even in its absence. > Also visit: > my website = http://www.nationalcynical.com > my webcast = http://listen.to/voicejail
Response:
Isn’t Sonata a sleep med? Hardly comparable to an antipsychotic. But if it helps you that is cool. By the way Phinny I am so glad all worked out in your favor. God IS watching and taking care of us. Your friend is lucky to have you. Take care. —juniper "M" <h…@there.com> wrote in message
news:v3kqtosd1vgo4b@corp.supernews.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> For those who marvel at the dreams Abilify creates, Sonata does this too and > you remember everything. > -M > "Phinny" <pna…@NOSPAMNOSPAMvzavenue.net> wrote in message > news:9u6k3v84bqbt6sfdtutcbn4sg46f8m23ft@4ax.com… > > Well today was pretty extraordinary. The miracles keep coming. > > Coincidence: Things going wrong with both Janor and my cars at the > > same time. His is slowing down to 20 mph on the freeway and has to be > > taken in. Mine has some weird metallic rhythmic clicking sound > > underneath that keeps getting louder. I hope it’s not something MAJOR > > like the axle needs to be replaced. > > Last night’s dream: I take huge black velcro strips off the bottom of > > my car. > > Last night Janor calls me to tell me that his car broke down. BUT he > > also says that he has to be in court in San Francisco by 9am SHARP, on > > the dot, or he’s going to go to jail. This is because he was caught, > > in San Francisco, he was caught going the wrong way down a one way > > street. > > Driving in San Francisco is extremely confusing even to someone > > without A.D.D. It’s interesting how physically handicapped people can > > sue if things aren’t set up to accommodate them but mentally > > handicapped people are penalized if things go wrong because things > > AREN’T set up for THEM. Anyway, Janor already has one failure to > > appear and if he gets another one, there will be a warrant put out for > > his arrest. > > So I think about this. I don’t know of any other way he can get up > > there besides my taking him. He doesn’t know anybody else in this area > > and I don’t know anybody else who would take him. A taxi would cost a > > fortune. > > So I resolve to take him. I get up at 6am today and leave a little > > after 6:30am. Before I do so I close my eyes and say a prayer that we > > will get there okay. I know my car is not in great shape. > > I pick him up and we run into a little bad luck trying to find a > > working ATM machine so he can get cash to pay for another night at the > > Motel 6 he’s staying at. This delays us. Then we wait in the long line > > to get on 101. > > After a while on 101, during crowded rush hour traffic, we hit kind of > > a stride and make progress by getting in the carpool lane and zipping > > by all the backed up traffic. I reflect that at this point it is > > fortuitous THAT his car broke down because otherwise I would not be > > taking him and we therefore could not have used the car pool lane. An > > act of God? > > So the minutes tick by. We pass Daly City, then Burlingame. Finally > > we’re into South San Francisco. Then San Francisco. > > Here things start to slow down. We’re 2 miles away from our exit, but > > it takes us like 20 minutes to make those two miles in this hideous > > bottleneck that is always there at that junction where 80/The Bay > > Bridge exit is off of 101. We just creep along. Running would be > > faster. Janor starts to stress, but I remember the prayer and imagine > > that we will ‘just’ make it. > > Somehow we find the right exit, pull off, and there’s the courthouse. > > It’s 8:59am. I drop Janor off and, luck again, he actually finds a > > short line leading in where they are not checking people’s > > credentials. He makes his way into the courtroom and as he opens the > > door, at that precise moment, the gavel of the commissioner cracks > > down and it is declared that ‘court is in session’. > > He was told that he couldn’t even be one minute late. > > My mom says that God has a way with timing. > > So Janor, who has a way of getting OUT of tickets by demanding a jury > > trial, like the United States Constitution provides, pulls that move, > > gets another court date set, and I pick him up and we drive back and > > make it back in one piece, that clicking sound getting worse. > > Anyway, I get money tomorrow. Need to take the car in. Janor and I > > hung out here for a while here and then I took him back to the motel. > > It has been revelatory to me to talk to him about the issues he faces > > because they are very much the same issues I face and have faced: > > separation from parents, codependency, making it as an artist, getting > > through mental blocks, overcoming anxiety, regret, dread, doubt, fear. > > In helping him out, I am really helping myself too. I am calling upon > > resources I DIDN’T KNOW I HAD WITHIN ME! It is teaching ME how strong > > *I* am. And in passing on what I learn I am investing in the future > > and abating my own depression. I feel the Abilify has been ‘fuel’ in > > this respect that has allowed me to do the work, to create momentum, > > to get myself in a non-depressed SPACE in my life by making me more > > productive and helpful. > > Perhaps eventually it is not out of the realm of possibility that it > > could change my brain chemistry and even my brain structure to a less > > depressed state, even in its absence. > > Also visit: > > my website = http://www.nationalcynical.com > > my webcast = http://listen.to/voicejail
Response:
Juniper, Yeah… a sleep med. Totally unrelated, except that sz can come with depression (a bonus), which sometimes comes with insomnia… hence the sleepies. It just popped into my head to mention this. -M "juniper" <juniperpe…@catlover.com> wrote in message
news:v3o57qtndgsr25@corp.supernews.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Isn’t Sonata a sleep med? Hardly comparable to an antipsychotic. But if it > helps you that is cool. By the way Phinny I am so glad all worked out in > your favor. God IS watching and taking care of us. Your friend is lucky to > have you. Take care. > —juniper > "M" <h…@there.com> wrote in message > news:v3kqtosd1vgo4b@corp.supernews.com… > > For those who marvel at the dreams Abilify creates, Sonata does this too > and > > you remember everything. > > -M > > "Phinny" <pna…@NOSPAMNOSPAMvzavenue.net> wrote in message > > news:9u6k3v84bqbt6sfdtutcbn4sg46f8m23ft@4ax.com… > > > Well today was pretty extraordinary. The miracles keep coming. > > > Coincidence: Things going wrong with both Janor and my cars at the > > > same time. His is slowing down to 20 mph on the freeway and has to be > > > taken in. Mine has some weird metallic rhythmic clicking sound > > > underneath that keeps getting louder. I hope it’s not something MAJOR > > > like the axle needs to be replaced. > > > Last night’s dream: I take huge black velcro strips off the bottom of > > > my car. > > > Last night Janor calls me to tell me that his car broke down. BUT he > > > also says that he has to be in court in San Francisco by 9am SHARP, on > > > the dot, or he’s going to go to jail. This is because he was caught, > > > in San Francisco, he was caught going the wrong way down a one way > > > street. > > > Driving in San Francisco is extremely confusing even to someone > > > without A.D.D. It’s interesting how physically handicapped people can > > > sue if things aren’t set up to accommodate them but mentally > > > handicapped people are penalized if things go wrong because things > > > AREN’T set up for THEM. Anyway, Janor already has one failure to > > > appear and if he gets another one, there will be a warrant put out for > > > his arrest. > > > So I think about this. I don’t know of any other way he can get up > > > there besides my taking him. He doesn’t know anybody else in this area > > > and I don’t know anybody else who would take him. A taxi would cost a > > > fortune. > > > So I resolve to take him. I get up at 6am today and leave a little > > > after 6:30am. Before I do so I close my eyes and say a prayer that we > > > will get there okay. I know my car is not in great shape. > > > I pick him up and we run into a little bad luck trying to find a > > > working ATM machine so he can get cash to pay for another night at the > > > Motel 6 he’s staying at. This delays us. Then we wait in the long line > > > to get on 101. > > > After a while on 101, during crowded rush hour traffic, we hit kind of > > > a stride and make progress by getting in the carpool lane and zipping > > > by all the backed up traffic. I reflect that at this point it is > > > fortuitous THAT his car broke down because otherwise I would not be > > > taking him and we therefore could not have used the car pool lane. An > > > act of God? > > > So the minutes tick by. We pass Daly City, then Burlingame. Finally > > > we’re into South San Francisco. Then San Francisco. > > > Here things start to slow down. We’re 2 miles away from our exit, but > > > it takes us like 20 minutes to make those two miles in this hideous > > > bottleneck that is always there at that junction where 80/The Bay > > > Bridge exit is off of 101. We just creep along. Running would be > > > faster. Janor starts to stress, but I remember the prayer and imagine > > > that we will ‘just’ make it. > > > Somehow we find the right exit, pull off, and there’s the courthouse. > > > It’s 8:59am. I drop Janor off and, luck again, he actually finds a > > > short line leading in where they are not checking people’s > > > credentials. He makes his way into the courtroom and as he opens the > > > door, at that precise moment, the gavel of the commissioner cracks > > > down and it is declared that ‘court is in session’. > > > He was told that he couldn’t even be one minute late. > > > My mom says that God has a way with timing. > > > So Janor, who has a way of getting OUT of tickets by demanding a jury > > > trial, like the United States Constitution provides, pulls that move, > > > gets another court date set, and I pick him up and we drive back and > > > make it back in one piece, that clicking sound getting worse. > > > Anyway, I get money tomorrow. Need to take the car in. Janor and I > > > hung out here for a while here and then I took him back to the motel. > > > It has been revelatory to me to talk to him about the issues he faces > > > because they are very much the same issues I face and have faced: > > > separation from parents, codependency, making it as an artist, getting > > > through mental blocks, overcoming anxiety, regret, dread, doubt, fear. > > > In helping him out, I am really helping myself too. I am calling upon > > > resources I DIDN’T KNOW I HAD WITHIN ME! It is teaching ME how strong > > > *I* am. And in passing on what I learn I am investing in the future > > > and abating my own depression. I feel the Abilify has been ‘fuel’ in > > > this respect that has allowed me to do the work, to create momentum, > > > to get myself in a non-depressed SPACE in my life by making me more > > > productive and helpful. > > > Perhaps eventually it is not out of the realm of possibility that it > > > could change my brain chemistry and even my brain structure to a less > > > depressed state, even in its absence. > > > Also visit: > > > my website = http://www.nationalcynical.com > > > my webcast = http://listen.to/voicejail
