Sometimes You Wake In The Night
You've fallen asleep unexpectedly on a couch or a chair, with strange and troubled dreams chasing you down and across unconsciousness. Then you're awake, and it's the middle of the night.
Your head still hurts because between the incompetency of the pharmacy and your insurance, you haven't had the proper doses of any of your medication for the last three days. This reminds you that some of these meds straddle the line between necessary and quality of life--and if they are not important enough for the insurance and pharmacy to make sure you have them when you need them, do you really need them at all?
Stupid question, as that group of people rate your personal well being as the Last Thing of Importance. But with your brain zapping, your headache growing, and a host of related discomforts, you reflect once again on being heartily sick of being tied to pills. Pills that people can't even be arsed to get you on time.
And there's the strangeness of the city's quiet at night, the harkening back to the confusion of childhood after a fever dream. Where am I? Out of time, out of place.
You've been violated, cheated, misled, mistreated, abused and left behind. There's a bad end coming for all of it. But in this almost lovely state of mental disarray, all of that seems distant. In this tiny bubble, you could be the last person on earth. And that's okay.
Hello, dear journal. Did you miss me?
Your head still hurts because between the incompetency of the pharmacy and your insurance, you haven't had the proper doses of any of your medication for the last three days. This reminds you that some of these meds straddle the line between necessary and quality of life--and if they are not important enough for the insurance and pharmacy to make sure you have them when you need them, do you really need them at all?
Stupid question, as that group of people rate your personal well being as the Last Thing of Importance. But with your brain zapping, your headache growing, and a host of related discomforts, you reflect once again on being heartily sick of being tied to pills. Pills that people can't even be arsed to get you on time.
And there's the strangeness of the city's quiet at night, the harkening back to the confusion of childhood after a fever dream. Where am I? Out of time, out of place.
You've been violated, cheated, misled, mistreated, abused and left behind. There's a bad end coming for all of it. But in this almost lovely state of mental disarray, all of that seems distant. In this tiny bubble, you could be the last person on earth. And that's okay.
Hello, dear journal. Did you miss me?