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Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Psycho-Therapy Day and an Intimate Dinner Party on Friday Nite!

Today was "Psycho-Therapy" day. I spent the morning at the hospital waiting to meet with the doctor who handles my meds. I saw my shrink briefly. "We" have decided to move forward with a mood stabilizer and I am in agreement that it is worth trying. I can't think of the name of the drug -- starts with a "T", tho.

Anyway, the script is being filled downstairs at CVS with my favorite pharmacist, Barbara. As it seems I spend a good deal of time at the pharmacy as of late, I've gotten to know Barbara a bit. She is most helpful and cool. However, she made a funny face as I handed this new script to her. I dared not ask why. I don't think I really wanna know. The doctor warned that it may take a couple of trys to find the right med for me. I don't know.

I just feel like an old man in need of one of those foot long pill boxes for the week that divides the days into AM and PM. Ugh. I pick up the new drug at 6 and take it for the first time at 9. The mega-pill box looms off in the distance...

On the better side of news, we're having a very small/tiny dinner party this Friday night! Our pal, Jen, is coming over to have dinner and chill with us for the evening. I've not seen her in quite a while and am really looking forward to it. We are actually cooking for her. Well, Karl is cooking for her. I will be fluffing pillows and chatting.

It is best I not enter the kitchen. Karl doesn't like it when I do that. However, I can make chili. Having grown up in southeast Texas --- I had to learn to prepare kick-ass chili. The only problem is that I seem to only be able to cook for parties of 25 to 30. I just don't know how to make anything for less than 25 people. Perhaps I was meant to cook for the army?

At any rate I did the shopping and will certainly do the clean-up. I am an expert with a dish washer!

By the way, for some reason Blogger is refusing to let me link to Jen's web site. Ugh! Check it out, tho ---- just look to the right side at my links and click into "What's Brewing"!

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