Alkali Unrest

I am not sure how much longer I can tolerate lithium. The hand tremors I can handle, but the dulling of wits and restlessness are unbearable. It hones right in on the verbal centers, leaving me gasping for words like a fish in an oil well. Beyond that, I have the attention span of a six year old and I haven’t held a position for more than forty seconds in over a week. Over two thirds of the major psychological crises I’ve had in my life have been caused by drugs intending the opposite. As such, I feel pretty justified ignoring the overactive prescription pad of my psychiatrist. The man is as much of an idiot as I am presumptuous fuck, and I am finding more peace in the converse of his recommendations then his advice has ever brought. Tomorrow I meet with a new doc, hopefully he can help, but I am skeptical: the man answered his phone and scheduled my appointment himself. Smells of small potatoes.