I had an epiphany late this afternoon…. which actually made me feel really dumb… :-O
The thing is… I never really woke up today even though I was supposed to be at work before 9:00.
I did manage to finish reviewing some proposals that have been submitted to a prestige conference in education. However, I was so not awake that, in order for me to finish reading these papers, I had to use the text to speech function of Dragon to let the computer read the proposals to me, rather than having to use my own eyes to read the text.
It is interesting that it seems to be so much easier to listen with my ears than to read with my eyes. This leads me to suspect that my extensive experiences with auditory hallucinations might have contributed to my bettered listening comprehension skills, rather than that of listening. lol
After I finally got back home, I had to take a nap before going out to see a play with my friend.
The idea of taking a nap had started forming while I was walking down Broadway on my way home.
I, all of a sudden, had this extremely dumb epiphany that it has to be the increase dosage of Seroquel that contributes to my tiredness and the need to take naps in order to keep me awake.
I felt so very dumb down by this epiphany because this should have been a common sense, rather than an epiphany.
While parts of me feel that it wouldn’t be bad for me to go into the hospital since everything would be taken cared of, another part of me do enjoy the freedom of living at large and not having to be kept on the gated 8th floor and be deprived of computing equipments.
I, then, tried to figure out whether there are things they do for me in the hospital that could not be done outside of the hospital.
The blog is equivalent to the journal we are encouraged to keep. The proposals I evaluated is equivalent to the discussion session about the daily news. My encounter with the new computer-related toys is equivalent to my beloved vocational therapy sessions. Furthermore, preparing donuts and coffee for students at my new job is equivalent to me volunteering to prepare the night time snack (i.e., sandwich) for my fellows in the coocoo’s nest.
The only difference is… I have the freedom of hopping on the train or subway. I also have the leisure of going to see a Friday night play rather than playing bingo, watching a video, and enjoying the Friday night party behind a locked door (This is the part that I have problem with).
I was not gonna drink alcoholic beverage since, in theory, one is not supposed to drink alcohol when taking medication.
However, after the play, I went with my friend to a bar for a quick drink.
I ordered Malibu with some kinds of juice.
It is not about the drink. It is about me having the ability to order a drink and drink it.
I have no intention is consuming more alcohol in the near future. However, I reserve my right to take a drink
What worse could it be?
I already have hallucinations and delusions. I am also already loaded with the highest dosage I could take.
Since the increase of the dosage, the hallucinations have been granted me with more breaks from them.
However, it would take a bit more time when I am so very drugged out by the controlled substance that I shall be too cognitively incapable to even dream about hallucinations and delusions.
Laugh all you could laugh and joke all you could joke. At least that would prove my mental condition to serve a purpose... lol
With or without a highly capable brain, I will still stand on my two feet and move on without hesitations.
Some days I might be not as quick and other days I might not be as competent to multitask. However, I will be functional either days (So am I trying to brainwash myself? Maybe. Yet, as long as it works and I shall see).
By the way, after my last posting, I turned around, not able to fall asleep.
All of a sudden, I had an insight. The posting was motivated by anger.. The anger that is associated with my inability to control the occurrences of the symptoms.
The anger is not even anything worse addressing. It is like the question, “who are they?” Non-sensical.
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