| stupid mike 2004-10-31, 2:06 am |
| Hood wrote:
> And then they put me on a drug that made me get bigger, and bigger and
> bigger.
> And I would get on the scales - another couple of pounds? Who cares?
> Excuse me, my mother has just dropped dead?
> NO PROBLEM
> There are no worries or problems in this world of this particular
> ANTI-PSY-CHOTIC medication, I can function as a normal human being, I am
> hap-hap-hap-hap-happy! I go to work, I do my job - did you say I have just
> been ditched? Who cares?
> There are no worries or problems.
> And then my psychaitrist said "I think we should see you again" and I said,
> excuse me, but I think I am getting rather BIG (mother dead, ditched, World
> War III of no consequence)
> "Yes you are" Said the psychaitrist and that made sense! I really was, well
> and truly, getting too big!
> And rather than - let's have a talk, or let's find out what's wrong, the
> answer............. you guessed
> A NEW and improved medication!
> This time guaranteed to make me get smaller again.
> WOW!
> One must hand it to the psychaitric profession, because smaller indeed I
> got, so small in fact, that I got personal visits to make sure I didn't die
> from malnutrition.
> Ah! I said. Eating is an illusion. As long as I take my vitamin pill.
> "No" said the psychaitrist.
> Here.........he said...............we have another pill that will make you
> get bigger again.
>
>
>
Makes me think of the Jefferson Airplane song;
One pill makes you bigger
and another pill makes you small]
but the ones that mother gives you
don't do anything at all
stupid mike
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