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'Watch the weather change...' - Tool - Disposition - Lateralus (album)
My psychiatrist seems to want to completely fill my medications, and he ignores what I need him to do. I asked him a whole bunch of questions. I agree with all of you, but I cannot change my psych.
I was on probation from mid-2008 to late-2010. I was on probation for domestic violence. I was in jail for 42 days. I ended up getting treatment from the 'forensic' unit at the time. I still go there, but I am only there because I had stacked up 5 misdemeanors in one night.
I see my psych once a month. I can't see him sooner, because he wants to see what happens to me under new medication and doses. I've told him, and he just orders everything I am on, and tells me not to reorder the ones I want to get rid of.
It seems like he doesn't care because we didn't talk chess or Bitcoin. I am moving slowly (literally) along. But you all are right. My mom walks Jonsey in the morning. I need to start going out to walk. You all are right. We have a recumbent bike. But I keep hitting my right knee, regardless of the position of the chair on the bike.
I've been entertaining getting an upright bike, and selling the recumbent bike. We have a recumbent bike, elliptical, and weight machine. I'm wanting to use the elliptical, but I am not stable at all on it. With the walking on it, I seem to be walking backwards. At least that's what my mom observed.
I need to get used to exercising again. I did it for a year, and lost 100 pounds in 2004. But it's 2023, and I am right back to where I was initially. I will work it out. It's funny. Going all in was the go getter for me. I rode the bike for 45 minutes that first day, and I never looked back.
I can do that again, but I realize it's 20 or so years later, I've had ALL leukemia (acute lymphocytic leukemia), and I went through meds, treatment here at the house. I rang the bell after 5 years of treatment. It will never come back, hopefully, but I have a new thing I need to fight. Colon Cancer.
At my screening, there were polyps, and they were cut out. However, the doctor came back, and I broke the rope on the bell signifying that I had beat leukemia (Step 1). My team and I were ecstatic. It's 7 years after that bell ring. Now I have to possibly fight Prostate Cancer. My dad had it. His PSA test was abnormal, and he told no one in our family.
With the team at the hospital, working hard to keep my neutrophils up, and the platelets up. Some were there when I actually worked at the hospital. looooooool
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