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Talking Medication

Posted Nov 13 2009 10:01pm

Talking Medication

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

I always have something to say.  How I choose to say it, well- that sorta ebbs and flows with my medication.  Sometimes I do just nicely (when on meds correctly), other times I prattle on about the ever changing ideas in my mind.  Having someone to listen to all that excessive speech is important.  I have a coworker who handles that job for me.

This coworker and I had just spent several days out of town on work related business.  Because there was some down time, we were able to catch up on all the things we didn’t have time to discuss during the week. I was waiting for my newest medication to take effect so I had plenty of things to talk about.  For instance, Why do the Nabisco people call my favorite cookie, “ Chunky “ ? Are they trying to be witty?  Who says there is no truth in advertising?  Anyway, my incessant chatter bothers most people but not this particular coworker.  If she knows I’m heavily medicated for my moods, she doesn’t let on.  Her and I have this relationship where we can say whatever comes to mind.  I think I talk more when I’m with her- medicated or not. 

She was driving along and we were just finishing a side aching laughter-filled discussion.  It got quiet.  The van hummed along.  Finally, she turned to me and asked:  “What, what is it?”  I thought for a minute and replied, “I can’t be sure, but I think I have ran out of things to say.”  She responded with, “Oh, my god we gotta get you some medicine for that.”  I laughed, took a look out the window, and thought to myself “She really does know me well.”

I always have something to say.  How I choose to say it, well- that sorta ebbs and flows with my medication.  Sometimes I do just nicely (when on meds correctly), other times I prattle on about the ever changing ideas in my mind.  Having someone to listen to all that excessive speech is important.  I have a coworker who handles that job for me.

This coworker and I had just spent several days out of town on work related business.  Because there was some down time, we were able to catch up on all the things we didn’t have time to discuss during the week. I was waiting for my newest medication to take effect so I had plenty of things to talk about.  For instance, Why do the Nabisco people call my favorite cookie, “ Chunky “ ? Are they trying to be witty?  Who says there is no truth in advertising?  Anyway, my incessant chatter bothers most people but not this particular coworker.  If she knows I’m heavily medicated for my moods, she doesn’t let on.  Her and I have this relationship where we can say whatever comes to mind.  I think I talk more when I’m with her- medicated or not. 

She was driving along and we were just finishing a side aching laughter-filled discussion.  It got quiet.  The van hummed along.  Finally, she turned to me and asked:  “What, what is it?”  I thought for a minute and replied, “I can’t be sure, but I think I have ran out of things to say.”  She responded with, “Oh, my god we gotta get you some medicine for that.”  I laughed, took a look out the window, and thought to myself “She really does know me well.”

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