I saw my new psychiatrist today. It didn't take him long to figure out
what was happening. He handed me three prescription sheets.
Tomorrow will be day one on my new medication. There are risks of some
rather severe side effects, but this is the case with lots of
different medications. I just keep telling myself, "Lawyers wrote
this, so relax."
Jeffrey, you've been my friend for a very long time. We've been
through so much together. But... you know that you are not good for
me. It pains me to say this, but it is my sincerest hope that this
medication makes you go away. Yes, I'll miss you. To some degree. But
if you care about me, you know that this is the right thing to do. And
besides, as the doctor said, the chances are, based on the amount of
time I've been untreated, the medication will not make you go away.
Not completely. But hopefully enough so that I can spend time with
other friends. People who are healthier for me to hang out with.
And hopefully, I'll be slightly less worried about stupid shit, like
ending the last paragraph with a preposition. Because, as Mr.
Churchill said, that is the sort of thing up with which I will not
put.
