Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Never ending bottomlessness in life

On the bus, the other day, I overheard this woman sitting behind me...

She was talking about her life.... "... the never ending bottomlessness in life... Aren't we all supposed to have a small miracle? A miracle?"

I thought she was talking about me and I know it was self-referencing...

Sounds like stock market... I thought further...

Then, I got this letter from the Department of Homeland Security...

Thought it might have been the notice to put me out of my miseries....

Then, they are asking for more.. for more documentation to prove my need and the cost for rehabilitation...

Proving... I can do not more.

How much more?

Then, I had this insight.... today... I could feel.

Whatever it is.... 150 mg Seroquel....

Today, I could feel.

Have been wondering all these times... Who is talking? The meds or my undefinable self?

Regardless, 150 mg, today, I could feel.

Seroquel withdrawal

Being having an headache kind of feeling since this afternoon...

Damn.... Seroquel withdrawal...

Monday, September 21, 2009

What have you been up to?

On my way home to fix something to eat this afternoon, I bumped into this girlfriend of mine...

"What have you been up to?" So she asked...

"A question I ask myself as well." So I responded.

Later in the night, in class, they were talking about social construction...

"Social construction. That's what I have been up to." So I thought earlier on.

Delusions and hallucinations are the products of social construction with or without apparent social inputs, immediate or not.

The Fireworks...

The words from the passersby...

The contexts within which thoughts reside...

A thought... a reaction to the social context.

Thoughtless... delusion-less... for delusions a subtype of thought...

And.. drugs... aim to turn you thoughtless... so as... delusion-less...

Pains... a social context created for my neurotransmitters on a field trip... thoughts emerge... biosocial context? 8-O lol

Not to mention... intrinsic to us... cultural backgrounds... including words themselves...

150 mg

This nice lady called me back... letting me know...

"Chances are no doctor is to prescribe Seroquel to you without seeing you."

At some point, I replied, "It's not like I love taking drug. We patients actually prefer to get off drugs."

Both had a good laugh... really good laugh...

So tonight... take my 150 mg and try to go night night...

Back to my exercise....

Emergency

I called this thing call clinician-on-call... trying to see whether they will be able to call in a prescription for me...

So I was talking to this lady... she asked me whether this is life and death kind of emergency...

I told her that I am psychotic and I have run out of my drug.

"Are you having symptoms?"

Duh...

I replied, "I am psychotic. I need to be medicated." 8-O

Still waiting to see whether anyone would call back....

On a second thought... perhaps, ain't no emergency to nobody at all...

Just get more positive only. 8-O lol sigh

Painfully slow

For female only... in case you are new to back pains, it gets worse around the time of the month.... and in case no one had told you or confirm with you your observation before...

After class, I walked home... painfully slow... literally... both painful and slow... in all capacities... body and mind... 8-O lol sigh

Then, I bumped into this friend of mine... with him asking... "Everyone else walks so fast, why are you so slow?"

I looked them peoples passing and having passed me by....

I replied, "Because this is as fast as I could go."

This is perfect... neurotransmitters are on a field trip partially due to pain perception... and I am short on drug...

Alignment

Never cease to amaze me the kind of issues that I have...

While other people busy worrying about the alignment issue... such as them classmates of mine...

I am driving myself up the wall trying to be compliant with my meds... guess... alignment issue in an alternative form... 8-O lol sigh

At the same time... while many patients might try to get down if not off on meds, including myself, the topic of concern now is for me to have not enough drug? 8-O

Visual?

I can't understand... I was holding the bottle and see it states that there was still one refill...

How could it be... when rereading the label... no refill left?

Could it be that I am gaining a new talent called going visual?! 8-O

Or... simply... we see what we want to see or what we think we should see?

Yet, still... I remember seeing that refill on the label.... 8-O 8-X

I need my drug....

Thought I still have a refill left for Seroquel... ended up, when I try to pick up the prescription, I was told that no more refill left...

Gotten home, I doube-checked the bottle... only to realise that I really have no more prescription left at all...

Called my shrink but did not get him on the phone... only wish he could call back tonight...

Looking all over for all my Seroquel... 150 mg left while I am supposed to be on 250 mg....

OMG... 150 left....

Whatever phenomena I have reported so far... I am psychotic and I need my drug.... 8-X


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Paralyzed Rats Walk Again

A wonderful story I found online... hope for many people...


Today it might be hope.

Someday it might be reality...

Vision

Got this vision in my head me doing... side kick, front kick, back kick... all different types of kicks.... despite of the reality that I can't quite move my own aging big fat butts up them stairs... I see me kicking... 8-O lol

zen moments... zen moments... 8-O lol

Synchronicity

Last ex is in town and just called me up wanting to meet up with me...

Funny how the call came two days after I made my posting concerning him...

To begin with, I am not really in a mood or don't really have the energy to spare to mingle with strangers nowadays especially this kind of stranger...

Secondly... I never thought I have to have anything to do with him again for the rest of my life since he lives all the way in Arizona...

In any case, he called me up while I was searching for a perfect picture of a squirrel.... a squirrel without a nut because I am already too much of a nut... 8-O lol

After the phone call, I made some personally reflection in my private blog... and came to the conclusion that men are strange.... and at least this would be a good chance for a closure...

Then, right after I posted that piece, there were fireworks... beautiful fireworks.... over the sky.... (not my hallucinations.... real fireworks....)

As if, good job... let it go... good job...

I might be a dumb dumb and slow like a turtle and nothing smart... at least I am trying as hard as I can to grow in the capacity that I have been afforded....

At the same time, bad timing... bad timing... shall mama be here, at least can make him take mama and I to a damn expensive dinner.... (on a second thought, maybe I shall suggest a Friday night dinner at Tavern on the Green since I have never been there anyways? 8-O lol Na... let's keep it simple and short given conservative principle)

I do believe though that things do happen for a reason so that I could grow out of it.

In the way meanwhile, let me go back and whack some more mafia.... 8-O lol

Also, interestingly, talk is cheap... interesting...

Your name

I was asked yesterday something like... "What do you do when your name is called?"

I sat up straight all attended with hands hanging down around my chest...

I was in a relaxed state... alright... and in relaxed states there seems to be a even lessor room for this I.... 8-O 8-X

But I don't understand why....

Unless it was after a beer... my animal nature came out... and...

I turned into a doggie? 8-O

Or a squirrel sitting upright perhaps? 8-O lol


"Don't ask me why..." So my voice told myself if not I told myself.... 8-O lol

This state

The state I have been stuck in actually is not all that bad...

After a while, you know it is just the way it is when the head doesn't move too much and you walk up and down the street feeling like an air head and as an air head... if not an vacuous head...

It is not like there is any other way to deal with it.

You get used to it or try to learn to until an opportunity comes to do something about it.

You see it ain't so bad because it is simple.

You actually come to liking it and you might actually ponder why you ever like complicated. Sort of like I actually come to like drinking hot water...

Of course, unless it is like the fox saying the grapes are sour...

You keep on walking.

You pass things, people and things.

You self-reference at times.

You tell yourself you are doing self-referencing...

And, you walk on with mostly nothing more than air in you head.

It is simple and you feel simple.

It is a simple world.

And you feel light.

The only problem... I have to read and write to get things done.

If only the state would allow me to read and write... them academic kind of writing.... that requires more complex kind of things..

Protected

I don't know why but, wherever I go, I feel protected.

What kind of symptom is that? 8-O

Yawning

Yawning is back... or it has been back since a week or two again or maybe more... I don't remember...

Most of the times, when it just comes out for no good reason, I am usually in a very relaxed kind of state such as when I am walking and do nothing more than walking....


Voice

And, as I was doing something I forgot what I was doing, this voice came to me... "Remember what the voice told you..."

Referring to my voice earlier on when cooking.... "Don't forget this state."

Hopefully, this means there is going to be some improvement.... upgrading from a config of Pentium III, 128 mb of ram on dial up...

Of course, you can not take the voice serious even though it is inevitable for you to interpret it...

In this kind of situation, thanks to my propensity to forget things, it makes it easier to forget them if you could hold the interpretation process a bit.... because it is sort of difficult to interpret what you forget...

Fishing

This state of being does not really help to promote my mission called finding a husband...

The matter of the fact... green card seems to be an issue now beyond the reign of my peripheral vision... I can sense it except for it is an issue unapproachable to me..... 8-O

Fishing... I guess... fishing... how am I fishing for a husband?

The only thing my current state affords me to do... perhaps... 姜太公釣魚,願者上鉤... the maximum....

Not I don't want to be more... but.. my Is do not allow this me to do more...

You don't understand? Neither do I... It is just the way it is... 8-O lol sigh

This reminds me of what my doctor in Taiwan said to me last year... "You have to be true to yourself" or else....

Apparently, in this state, I don't really have a choice.... unless my other Is are trying to do this thing called conditioning.... like Pavlov's doggie..... 8-O

Crazy says crazy says... crazy does crazy does... of course... as if in 賈雨村言... 8-O

How I love night times... mind is moving....

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Dial up vs gigabyte network

Was talking with this friend of mine today... about gym use... and he started talking about how rental car companies provides services differently... as an analogy I guess...

Except for... by the time him finished with how the general rental works, I was already experiencing cognitive overload from his description of how the rental car works, and, the discrepancies between my mental model about the discussion and what he was talking about.

This scenario has the same effect as the scenarios that occur so very often at work when people go on and on describing things which would get me all confused.

The experience I had... it was as if the head was starting to freeze....

As he continued, I was thinking to myself... "Information overload... memory dump..." except for I am not quite sure how to dump da memory in my head... 8-O lol

This reminds me of the things I observed often on this laptop.... I would have multiple browsers open with each running scripts to automate Mafia War related tasks such as collecting boosts and do jobs.... Given the old age of the machine, the browsers and programs would run really really slow... and unresponsive.... Very often, it would even take a minute or so or more for it to respond to control+alt+delete....

Then, as I was taking a shower, I had this smart idea.... it is as if my head is running dial up while other people's head operates on gigabyte networks...

You see... you could try to push as much information as possible but my dial-up connection could not receive so much information... as a result things run extra slow.... packets might get lost as well...

Sort of like trying to watch a movie on youtube using dial-up connection on an obsolete computer... To begin with, the computer already runs slow due to reduced memory available... the browser runs slow... With rich media that involves large files... everything just keep on getting slower... until finally... there is a system crash... and I sit there with a brain freeze... that kind of freeze when it doesn't even respond to control+alt+delete... 8-O lol 8-X

Now I think I understand what it might feel like to be a program like a browser when it has to run a lot of excessive codes... this is, I guess, the reason coding is so important and why it has to be succinct... Otherwise, it will have to spend extra amount of work interpreting irrelevant codes, such as those extra codes written by Microsoft, before it finally finds something to execute...

It is very unfortunate that what is negligible overload for better programs on better machines could result in the stalling of my processor. 8-O lol

Interestingly, it is like my head was getting an "if" commend... after waiting for a long time for the "then".... it can't hold the "if" part anymore and decided to hang..... Or, this might be how the old PCs feel on NT when we see the blue screen of death... 8-O lol 8-X

The key point... I am dial up and you are gigabyte network... Please refrain from sending large files such as multimedia files until the system resources get unlocked a bit more... 8-O lol sigh

Can't wait for my meeting with my shrink to free some memories up.... lol sigh

Disposable

Was talking to my friend yesterday about being disposable...

What I have learned so far in my life... I am solely disposable... ain't no nothing gonna crumble with the removal of I... in any circumstances... and life continues to go on and on... even if I would like to believe that I am indisposable and although I have no idea why I shall think so...

Then, I heard on TV... something like... "... I am something and I am something even if you...."

Um.... I thought... Ummm.... I am nothing.

Sort of lighter I guess... 8-O lol

dosage

In case you wonder... if, in my perception, Seroquel is causing so many problems, why don't I simply go down on the meds.

Two reasons...

First, for security purposes, you need to give it time for the nerurochemicals to reach a renewed state of homeostasis...

Second, despite the griefs I might have given my shrinks, I need to get the doctor's OK before lowering the dosage....

This is the reason I can't wait till next Tuesday morning to come so that I can persuade again my shrink to let the dosage lowered.... Well... going from reading 1-2 words at a time to 5 or so within 1 month.... provided more elevated affect state... I guess I haven't gone too wrong with my hypothesis....

Reduced dosage did help except for I do still feel more overdosed as long as you don't ask me why my functionality was far better back in spring when I was on 600 mg as opposed to now 250 mg.

Personally, dosage adjustment is more an art than a science.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Life

Sometimes I wish there is a reason to life...

Then, I think what is so bad if it is simply-- to live... so as to experience what is to happen next...

Rock climbing

I always wanted to try out rock climbing... but never had the chance or take the chance...

Can't quite lift a mac book... rock climbing might be a bit too technical...

Baby steps maybe...

Hope one day soon I could go hiking...

All else seemly unapproacheable... at least, feeling sort of tired... tonight I could fall asleep....

Vision

This weirdo jackass of mine told me that he has visions and could see the future....

He saw that, shall we be together, there would be a touch road ahead...

Guess we were really a pair.... 8-O lol

Then this occurred to me today.... a brighter future is to be ahead... the day I got the IME report stating that there ain't seem to be much wrong about my knees... (and, I thought, all that I have to go through to get myself back again and still continue to do so.. God bless-- you, me, and her)

Perhaps the guy was right... things haven't been quite all that rosy...

Perhaps it is a good thing... he is not meant to be on the same path shall he be scared.... for I have a whole lot of good companies...

Things ain't rosy but it grants me the ability to see more loving intentions...

Things will rise even more so towards the sunny side of the street in loving intentions. I know because I now can choose to believe it.

Sort of like... they say the following ain't no nothing scientific... p<.05 or p<.01 or not... Sometimes we just have to choose what we believe, I guess...

Coffee

Tonight I seemed to have become even slower...

Then I thought of the second cup of coffee I took and I was unable to sleep all the way till 3:30 in the morning.... and I had to, unfortunately, take a sleeping pill to put me to sleep since sleeping is of vital importance to me...

Maybe the slower-er-er-ness has something to do with the pill....

Yet, how could the effect last so long?

Words

5 words seems to be the limit... when I could read with flow...

Beyond five words, I start to feel as if the words are pushing back at me... and the focus starts to blur... and you feel the head turns into concrete... the material they you to build buildings...

Words with more syllables also are harder to read than the shorter ones...

Having affects though...


Trying to read this article... http://www.sagepub.com/upm-data/13421_Chapter4.pdf

I guess if what I am doing here is a kind of qualitative approach... it would be autobiography kind of narrative research.

Attributes

Two things I observe when feeling like an idiot...

My mouth open and I laugh so uncontrollably happily like an idiot...

With that mouth of mine... I am able to focus on keeping it closed if I focus on keeping it closed...but I can't be focusing on my mouth only all the time... can I? 8-O

This is the kind of day when I think I should stay home and be stupid... 8-O lol sigh

生別離

Beautiful poem, song and voice...

So sad and beautiful... Dasein...

Seems like... beauty can be especially enhanced by a sentiment of tragedy...

In that case.... let me and my existence stay ugly... 8-O lol oops...



生別離

  請再看
  再看我一眼
  在風中 在雨中
  再回頭凝視一次
  我今宵的容顏

  請你將此刻
  牢牢地記住 只為
  此刻之後 一轉身
  你我便成陌路

  悲莫悲兮 生別離
  而在他年 在
  無法預知的重逢里
  我將再也不能
  再也不能 再
  如今夜這般美麗

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Judgement of Nuremberg

"One can't live with hate... You have to forget. You have to go on living."

"Forward is the great password."

"What was supposed to be a passing phase has become a way of life."

Nice quotes from Judgement of Nuremberg...

I would not have watched this film if not for a class that I could not finish for over 2 years... although, funny enough, the finishing process was also a pretty disabled one though I did try my best to carry it through...

After this film, I have these thoughts...

It is a murky business judging the others.

At the end, I will be the only judges to see whether I have been true to myself and especially when I fear all governers of me.... 8-O lol

Pretty ego-centric... I know... Sort of like... me me me...

Yet, shall it make you feel better... at least it is talking about judging me myself....... 8-O lol

At least, so far... I have been taking responsibility for myself and remained self-reliant... provided with the help and support from many others.... (and guess that's one of my terminal sin... the terminal obsession about self-reliance... 8-O lol 8-X)

Speaking of being true to myself... it truly scares me to think about dosage decrease one more time within a months since last time.... yet, it truly is some risk I have to take so that I can get better access to my head.... Might drive my shrink up the wall but that seems to be needed so that I could judge... 8-O 8-X

Irony

When there are not too many thoughts, any thought stands out to be a thought.

Habitat

As I walked down Amsterdam trying to get to my class, swimming happily in the blessing of endorphins, I heard this guy shouting out loud...

"I live in an apartment. I want a house!"

The self-inferential part of me immediately thought that it has something to do with the thought of self-deconstruction...

Then I thought...

Regardless...

Good social input... namely... input from the others...

So I thought again... "I live in a room and I want an apartment in Manhattan..."

What it be like the self-deconstructive propensity is primarily associated with thoughts... whatever that means....

Regardless, I went on happily walking away swimming in the sea of endorphins... 8-O lol

Deconstruct

Right after the last posting, as I was walking down the street, I pondered... what the hell was I talking about?

The cycling seems to be faster than I thought... I guess... 8-O lol

Incurable and envious

As I was walking down the block yesterday, this thought came to me... maybe not for the first time...

I have this incurable propensity to self-deconstruct...

Not to self-destruct but to self-deconstruct...

It feels as if, while normal people are granted with the congenital right to build up and establish (I guess), some natural force constantly pushes me towards the other way...

Bewildered... Why?

Other than crazy does crazy does...

I guess I still envy them... normal.. Something tells me that I am allowed to envy them.

Where would be the end? Don't tell me till where there exist no thoughts for there won't be no nothing to deconstruct no more... 8-O lol

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Words

I was going to say a bit more something and I forgot it.

Just as I was about to type out that I forgot what I was about to say, I remembered it...

Might have mentioned it before... the how did I get here kind of feeling when I wake up in the morning.... especially when sometimes I found there to be too many words for myself to read in my own posting...

It is as if... how on earth did those words, if not thoughts, come from? 8-O lol

Point

Sometimes I think them smart people wouldn't be able to understand to not be able to think.... because it seems like smart people are good at thinking...

At the same time, people who can't think wouldn't bother reading about my cognitive constipation.

What is the point of continuing my verbal diarhea if neither people could think and could not think can't quite get the whole thinking thing I am in?

Then, this thought if not voice told me...

What is the point in that point? Interesting.... Seems like my psychotic self is better in thinking than me... 8-O lol

Golden Throne

Spent over an hour taking a walk... later.. 2 hour for my swinging exercise only to relieve pain... such as da shooting pain coming down my finger...

With cognitive constipation together, I ponder...

When is this going to end?

At least, grant me more cognitive processing resources?

Then I thought of this Gold Throne I got today on Mafia War through my disabled account...



When other people get it, it would give them about 2:30 to 3 minutes to regenerate 2 energy points to do work.

With someone disabled like me, it gives me 4:30 minutes to regenerate 2 energy points...

Same improvement, differential amount of energy afforded... What I call as drastic improvement is what other assume as default if not normal... 8-O

On a back pain day, I would say... such is the story of my life.... how sad and is ain't so fair... seems like...

Revisiting the above sentence, it occurs to me... seems like the weather is changing... because the state seems to be altering... 8-O lol sigh

Status update

Taught a small workshop this morning on creating website using SeaMoneky composer...

I had no problem with it... cognitively...

Maybe have something to do with the fact that I have done it million times so far...

Tried to read at this point the following page... processing stalled at about half a paragraph...




Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Quota

It is funny how I used to say that God keeps a credit check..... we all are given a certain quota of everything... when you exceed the quota,

You see, it came to my attention that the walks that I take are beneficial to my being... the long and mostly thoughtless walks...

Later on, I discovered that it is possible to do my swinging exercise along the way and it seems to help even better....

The only thing is.... I guess it might sort of look really strange to passersby.... since it is not you see everyday people moving their arms around as if they were swimming in the air on the street... Yet, I suspect that, for people on Broadway, many might think they have been seeing some strange Asian female walking up and down with arms floating around as if she were a fly... 8-O lol

At the some point, you do feel a bit awkward. Then, you think to yourself... "Anyways, this is New York".... insinuating to yourself that there are enough odd balls on the street and it ain't quite matter an extra like me...

Then, one day, as I was walking down the blocks with my mama and this other Taiwanese lady, I bumped into this girlfriend of mine and she mentioned something about the movement of my arms if not my body.

Without thinking, especially when I couldn't really think anyways then, I heard myself replied...

"I have given up pretending I am normal."

Today, as I was taking my walk again on the sunny side of the street, with mostly nothing in my head and bewildered by the feeling that things seem to be slowing down inside of me, this thought occurred to me... something that must have occurred to me before except for it might have just flashed through like them ships passing in the sea...

How funny is it!

I have spent all these years walking around with all different kind of strange symptoms while trying my best to, at least, look normal.

I have intended to, at least, look normal.

However, what really seems to help now is for me to simply be even more "obviously" abnormal... (at least that's what I would think shall I see myself walking down the street) 8-O lol

It is as if there is a quota system out there--- you could run but you could not hide.

All these years, I fight to be normal or, at least, strive to appear to be as normal as most of them people that I consider as normal... Perhaps, I also challenge repeatedly the concept of normality... etc... Only to realise today how entrapped I have been by normality because.... otherwise, there wouldn't be a reason to fight against the concept itself...

Perhaps, I did do a pretty good job appearing to be normal.... and this is the reason why something's gotta give so that I could make up for the quota of life.

At the same time, perhaps and again, I have never truly accepted my "abnormality" and I am well endowed with learning disabilities. This is the reason why whatever might be out there decided that the only way to help me learn is to grant me even more of the ab-normal stuffs to help me achieve the learning goal (though not really a learning goal that I would bargain for).

Wouldn't it be so ironic shall this be true? The never-ending running away from what you, if I can put it this way and not quite sure whether this is the way to put it... needed most.... 8-O 8-X

Why trying so hard to work on what you might be not, perhaps?

Then, in thoughtlessness, I had this thought...

There ain't no way for me to be reading anything at walk...

It reminded me of the good old times... The time when I would be exercising in the gym while doing whatever reading possible.... even when walking down the tracks... if plausible...

What it be like... quota exceeded...

A chronic state of thoughtless being is what it would take to set back the records straight... Sort of like the policy of facebook.... there is a limit to how many friends you could delete per day.... It takes time to get the record reset... 8-O lol

Quota... so I thought... Quota...

Or, simply some more of my useless mumble jumble for no good cause... 8-O lol

Regardless, something in my head today.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Lesson

I went to a nice class tonight.

In the class, there were many people who are so very inspired by the topic of their choices and who are working on their dissertation.

I sat there like a good girl trying to listen and comprehend.

On my way home, I had this thought... thank God I am done with my dissertation especially when retarded as I am now most of the time.

Then, I had this thought when taking a shower...

Maybe the primary lesson for this year is to be happy while stupid.

Stupid does... stupid does.

Funny how nobody every teach me how to be stupid.

I am now sort of sure about it and, I guess, pretty secure about it since it is something I can't give away even if I try.

Processing speed seems to start going down again.

Wonder what tomorrow might unfold.

Air

I think there are tree types of people on this planet...

The kind of people who walks around with positive energies...

The kind of people who moves with them with a negative air...

The kind of people who switch between positivity and negativity-- undecided... sort of like me... depending on the state I am in...

Sometimes I see people from whom I would sense hostility. The delusional part of me would ponder why they care so much about me to even be wasting their energy on being hostile to me since I have no nothing to do with them.

If you could have a choice, why chose to be this way unless you have no choice.

I came up with this hypothesis today...

I have been told that I am sensitive to energy, shall the theory of energy holds true.

Perhaps, what I sense is but the energy field itself regardless of directionality.

It's nothing more than air even though it is dependent on me to make interpretations.

Weighting

My friend told me this funny line from Churchill to Nancy Astor...

"you’re ugly. But tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober."

8-O lol

Slow down

In the middle of writing something else, there was this physical sensation that the left side of my head is sort of "cleared" with the voice telling me... something like...

"Take it easy..." or "Slow down"....

So I switched back to Mafia War to fight a few more mobs... 8-O lol

oops...

Conservation principle

It might have something to do with my emotional state yesterday since mama left town...

Through out the day yesterday, there seems to be more occurrences of thoughts...

This morning, as I was taking a small walk before coming to work, it feels as if there are more 雜念 or random thoughts if not hallucinations floating around. I, yet, still have the ability to switch off listening to or decoding these signals into hallucinations most of the time.

Usually, when I started walking, within seconds, it would start to feel as if my whole body quiets down from the top of my head down immediately, all things slow down and thoughts dwindles even more although there ain't not much in my ordinary days nowadays anyways.

I am not quite sure whether this might be what you call as meditation since I still don't understand what it feels like to meditate although it has been suggested by a guy who started talking me after seeing the movements of mine while walking one day.

I have observed myself getting into this kind of states when engaging in two other kinds of activities: when I do my swinging exercise and when I play Mafia War... 8-O lol oops...

Sometimes I ponder, in addition to my getting too drugged out my Seroquel, this kind of state of have something to do with the act involving concentration.

However, today, it seems to have taken a much longer time for me to become 進入狀況 or of getting into the state. It took about 30 blocks of walking distance for me to start feeling it.

Another interesting observation I find today is-- I have affects (Is this even the correct way of putting this word in sentence?)

My head actually allows me to stay in a more relaxing state.

Used to be, affects are luxury items and it takes much work if not processing power to have or show affects. The processing of affects and cognition seem to compete with the same resources. It is as if, when the resources are scarce, one part has to be sacrificed in order for the other processing to work.

To be honest, most of the times and especially during the day time, it would feel as if my head would go into this energy conservation mode within which the processing of affect would be switched off. Sometimes it might decide to reactivate this process. When it does, it usually occurs when it involves people I personally know... At times, it feels as if, when people I know, there seem to be a lower barrier involving the switch-on of my affect.

Interestingly, it was last Friday when my coworker told me that someone complained about plausibly my bitchiness, which I suspect might have something to do with the poker face of mine in a state of affect-less.

So the following verbal diarrhea flew out of my mouth--- something like...

"You normal people don't know what it means to have not enough brain power to work with. You don't know what it means to have lack of affect and you complain about my not having a smiley face when trying to dedicate my head power into the cognitive channel so as to help you. It is like... 'we don't have bread' and 'why don't you eat cake?' That is discrimination."

Today, after my being all emotional from my mama's departure and after my head was running wild the whole day yesterday, interestingly, the collateral gain... shall it be legit to call it a gain... is the ability for me to feel affects. It is as if my entire being became less heavy... lighter... perhaps...

Guess this is the reason why I always say... them strange people including myself at times... it is a blessing to be able to smile and why are them squandering away their precious right to smile with a ship-high-in-transit face... 8-O lol oops...

I should mention it though that, strangely, when I am focused, such as when listening to people and, perhaps, when there is an expectation that I need to access information in my long term memory to perform tasks, the processing power seems to become even more constrained. This leads me to wonder whether some part of the processing power is reserved automatically for the anticipated tasks.

Something else I have observed these past few months...

When engaging in chit-chatting kind of conversation, it is much easier to show affects and communicate with people at the same time provided usually it is later in the day when the effects of Seroquel start to wear off.

This leads me to ponder whether the observed differences are simply due to the processing power that might have been reserved for the anticipated tasks mentioned above or whether there are simply different processes involved.

In addition, it seems like things just comes out from my mouth... literally verbal diarrhea... This leads me to wonder whether the censoring of our speech also requires dedicated resources. As a result of the conservation principle, the censoring mechanism somehow was turned off as well to conserve energy.

Another observation to be shared is my speech pattern or the form... it is brief, nothing decorative and sometimes contains only keywords. For instance, when I want people to come with me, I find myself say "Come." When asking people to sit, I say "Sit."

Somehow I think that it is not as if I intend to speak not in full sentences or with elegance, it is just want I am afforded with. It is also like there is nothing more in the head and all you have are the simple words like... come... sit... which are essentual to carry on the required tasks.

Another thing I am not quite sure whether is relevant to what I have mentioned so far is comprehension. For instance, when people asks questions when I am at work, sometimes they would go on and on talking about many things and I would have this experience of cognitive overload because too much information is entering the system and it does not leave much space to do anything. Guess it is sort of like running short of both memory and CPU power.

I don't know whether any of these make sense at all.

Just some key observations I make about myself these past few months when head power is low.

By the way, it took me the whole day to compile these sentences. Energy wasted or not. God knows.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Adaptation

Thought of Piaget's idea concerning adaptation... assimilation and accommodation...

Mama came here and went home...

Ups and downs in health condition...

And many other things... in everyone's life... (sorry for being presumptions as such... 8-O)

Adaptation... an evolving and never ending theme in life...

So emotional

Since I said bye bye to mama at the airport, I have been feeling really... "emotional"...

To be more accurate, the mentioning of my mama has gone home always almost makes me cry like a crying baby.... even though... so they say... big girls don't cry...

Something else I observed along...

In addition to anger and upset kind of emotions, the emotion called feeling sad also brings out that alternative "positive" side of me...

Ya, hallucinations and delusions are also having a field trip....

As I was being all emotional etc, I thought of this principle of health first...

It is not I didn't go home and cry like a crying baby despite the fact that I have complaining about how my mama got this special talent of driving me up the wall... Guess... parents are parents and children are children... 8-O lol 8-X

However, I have to remember something...

Health first and so would mama say.

And, if I really miss my parents, it takes only a less than 24 hour trip to go back to Taipei to visit.

This makes it feel less sad provided time.

At the same time, it feels as if the older I get, the more emotional I become despite my recent being in a state of lack of affect.... while in my younger years, I might call it lame and oh so lame...

Thank God, today, I look at myself and say... so emotionsal oh so much emotion.... wonder whether this is the ordinary progress of aging? 8-O 8-X

Memory dump

Was reading a posting from the other day...

Never ceased to amase me... how the hell the things came out of my mouth have come out... 8-O lol

It is as if my head performs a memory dump every night so that I wake up every morning with a reset head pondering where they might have come from.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Disabled

Disability is a way of life. Sometimes I think...

So just as I am trying to become less disabled one day at a time in real life, back 2-3 weeks ago, I found one of my Mafia War character became disabled... too... 8-O

In Mafia war, there are two ways players get to gain experiences so as to level up with doing jobs as one major way of doing it.

However, it takes energy to do jobs and it takes time.

For all players and from the lowest level, it takes 3 minutes to regenerate 1 energy point. After completing all three levels of the Consigliere jobs, you get the bonus loot item called the helicopter, which will reduce the energy regeneration rate by 30 seconds.

Then, there came one day when, all of a sudden, I realised that it took this character 5 minutes to regenerate 1 energy point instead of 2:30 minutes. In other words, from then on, it was as if it would take me twice the amount of time to complete the same amount of work.

One day, something changed... maybe somehow the reduction of 30 seconds became ineffect... leaving it 4:30 minute to regenerate per energy point.

I tried to contact the tech support of zynga and apparently, after all these time, they still could not quite figure out why this is happening after all these weeks.

They told me some tricks to resolve the issue based on the assumption that the problem is on the client-side. Unfortunately, they did not work.

Thereafter I tested out the game play on multiple computers and with 5 different versions of browsers... remained to be, the regeneration rate, 4:30 minutes per energy point. What this told me was... the problem is on the server side shall them people on the server side could figure out where exactly has gone wrong.

I tried to ask whether there are other players with the same problem... Two people responded back 2-3 weeks ago....

However, nobody mentioned that they were in the same boat as I asked again this week.... The only respond I got was from this guy who told me that now he is at the level of getting 2 energy points per 2:30 minutes... Apparently, now he has finished all boss jobs and gotten the Golden Throne.

And, I thought... how funny it is for this presence of mine to be disabled-- in this case... defined as taking twice amount of time to complete the same amount of work!

It is as if God or whatever it is is afraid I did not hear the word disabled loud and clear enough through my mental and physical existence.... To make the message sounding even louder... even the primary character of mine on Mafia War is rendered disabled.... to make it whole... my disabled existence... 8-O lol

And, this brought the low-latent-inhibited me to wonder... what is it about being disabled?

Yes. Disability is a way of life and I can't escape it even if I try. Yet, what is it about being disabled?

And, how could that plausible hysteric personality induce the disability in game plays as well? 8-O lol

Friday, September 11, 2009

Academic pursuit

Funny how Charlie's comment came right after my question about da thing called career...

As I was taking a shower, I revisited this thought of academic pursuits...

There was once upon a time when academic pursuits were something to die for.

Believe it or not, I even brought in piles of papers in to the psychiatric wards concerning topics such as information processing theory or cognitive load... Of course, over drugged as I was... every time I touch the paper, I could never move, perhaps, beyond a sentence or two before I started to sort of dosed off... 8-O lol sigh

The second time when I was institutionalised, I was running my dissertation research all the way into the cuckoo's nest and, after coming out, I went right back to that....

Just two simple examples to show how I was once so aspired or inspired by academic pursuits.

Today, life seems to have lead me to a diverse path...

There is nothing wrong with academic pursuits. Maybe I will eventually try out writing a journal article or two when the time comes. Except for, today, it is my belief that anything I could contribute, somebody would be able to do it, too. Sort of like the implications of social loafing theory... I guess... 8-O lol

In addition, the one country, two governments policy of my body and mind doesn't really grant me too much slack to traverse a path I thought I would have chosen.... This is especially true when I walk as a cripple and think as a retard... and live, legally, a lost soul in limbo... 8-O lol sigh

In other words, all lay out on the table, with the concept of synchronicity in mind, I guess... a logical option for an irrational mind... It ain't like I am saying anyone should pursue academically not...

I do love learning and, however I might get beaten up, I still have this stubborn habit to learn...

So I thought something this good friend of mine had my told almost 20 years back...

My girlfriend was one of those hard working or smart students who gets to be the number 1 or 2 students in college.

One day, I found out that she was number 1 again in the previous semester and got the scholarship again. So I said to her...

"OMG, you are so amazing! How do you do that?!!"

So responded my good friend, "人各有志".... (ouch) or, in English, perhaps, "Every man has his dream and direction."

20 years or so ago when I heard so... I felt.... ouch...

About 20 years later, after all the searching and unfolding... I thought of it... and I ponder... maybe and hopefully it ain't so bad... 人各有志... at least for today... I guess...

Question

Charlie in Numbers asked this question... something like...

I know since 8 that I am going on towards academic pursuit. Would you still love me if I turn out to be something else?

Some question.

Career what?

Had a thought about this thing called career....

Entertaining the concept of hysteric personality and that all them strange inconveniences might have something to do with hysteric personality....

The way it goes...

Damn... What career? Hysteric? 8-O lol OMG...

Pain revisited

I have not taken more naproxen since this afternoon.

Strangely... the pain that came running me down has reduced greatly in intensity.

Now it is more bearable....

Time for a bit more exercises...

To catch a delusion

Catching one's own delusional propensity is an art.

If someone is to tell you there is a fool-proof way of catching all your delusions, either the person is a genius or else...

Since I am an idiot, in no way have I found a way... catchy... catchy... 8-O lol 8-X

The state I was in is sort of... difficult to classify...

The point I was typing the posting September 11... I was out of da dasein state... and pondering... I was in a state when I really could "feel" the plausible connection between the events...

The questions...

How so?

How did it occur.... as if moving in and out of a state of trance?

Could that be a point of delusional moment?

September 11

Although I have no idea whether this is going to be the last September 11 that I live in New York, I still remember the shocks, sadness and many other sentiments and experiences I had on September 11th as a New Yorker...

So I got home, after the whole day's trip into pain and more frantic pain, I stopped a bit to do a bit more of my exercises while watching with mama on NY 1 a program about September 11th... and the pain and more pain associated with it... especially the pain of the survived...

An alternative hypothesis to explain the unexplainable intensity of pain.....

What it be like... pain and pain?

Anyways... I have given up pretending that I am normal...

Revisiting that not so distant part of the past, you have to ask yourself.... Since we all struggle in our capacities, what could be more important than life itself?

Bless us all...

What letting go?

An insight I gained today...

When pains are bad, there is no such thing called letting go and nothing really matters all that much due to the insufficient processing power or memory because all resources are dedicated to pain.

Or maybe I have forgotten?

And, you wonder why I eventually ended up in the psychiatric ward? Dopamine... dopamine and its associates.

Exercise

So they say...

After great pain, a formal feeling comes...

I was so in pain that I totally forgot about the option of doing my exercise in addition to them Naproxen pills...

So I was reminded of meditation in addition to medication...

So I did them movements strange to the others...

Feeling calmer and less painful now...

Pain

Pain brings you out of zen moment of any sort...

The perception of pain and really bad pain takes control of all your cognitive processing.... and all that you know and feel is pain.

It throbs...

It shuts up and downs at its own will...

It crawls all along your spine... Expands... Contracts... and some more...

It comes out and gets less but it does not go away....

It's there to take its toll...

It comes to stay... uninvited... unannouced... and unwelcome... regardless... it stays...

Pain throws you into the worse state of temper.... to yourself you think... believe it or not... I was merely a sedated cat in yester-days... today I am a wild cat stung by thorns... lowered thresholds to get the meow state out...

Affect... I sense affects... in aches and in pain... negative affects... mess with me not for a mad rat could bite... 8-O lol

Shall one think I have been in a bitchy mode... think again... you ain't know nothing about a mad rat.... mad rat.... in pain...

Affect... affect... sedated no more...

Excessive activities in dopamine and alike...

The benefit of pains and aches... am I not sharing with you... manifestation of synaptic activities... in states... in craze, in chaos, and in discordance....

Can I think or perhaps I can think still not... perhaps... ain't me speaking... it's the pain talks..

Back pain

Many people seem to be complaining about back pain in addition to me...

Think it might also have to do with the weather... why my physical condition has gone further into the dark side... 8-X

Another naproxen later...

Pain has scaled down...

Aches, pains and mobility problems

The body has been unhappy.

Maybe it has something to do with the weather as well... I am feeling all uncomfortable all over the places including stomach...

The pains etc apparently must have aggravated the mobility problems or vice versa....

The discomfort also makes it difficult to do anything... because there is pains and aches all over the places...

And, the pain has migrated all the way up to my upper back....

The pain...

The nerve pain that grows...

Oh... pain... oh... pain...

OMG... my miserable existence... really from head to toe...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Cognitive load

I went to the first class today.

Before I got out, I took my Vitamin B. Vitamin B used to help my head move and I might need a bit of head power when attending the class.

Unfortunately, the head remained to move slow and slower.... as we were discussing about cognitive load and cognitive processing... How appropriate! 8-O lol sigh

I tried to speak a few times. However, the head was moving so slow that I was sort of having problems putting words in sentence... especially when part of my cognition also need to be involved in retrieving info from my long term memory.

In addition, at certain point, when trying to listen to people talking, I found in my head the experiences of cognitive overload... the speed at which my head could process information was far slower than the speed at which the information had come in... The resulting outcome... I might have misconceived the information that was being provided by the lady who was speaking.

I had hoped that my head could be a bit of collaborative with me in meetings as such.

Apparenly, as evident by today's , it is not as if I could summon for more cognitive processing power....

Through out the whole time, I continued to have the feeling that that earth in my head is not really rotating... Yet, I was capable of paying attention, understanding words, comprehending ideas most of the times...

My shrink is gonna think that I am crazy.... Yet, although this is not as bad as how it was before the dosage went down to 250 mg, this dosage still seems to be a bit too high.

By this time, as I am drafting this posting... Words if not thoughts come out like water dripping down from the faucet. Slow still... better than earlier... maybe...

However, later in the night, especially when it is about 24 hours away from I last take my meds, thoughts would finally start flowing...

Then, as I was typing out the last paragraph, all of a sudden, I feel the earth in my head starts moving.... within split seconds... (How so? I really have no idea what on earth is going on with this head of mine and if only someone could simply feed me an answer to it..... Could it be that the thought of further dosage adjustment got my body and mind a scare and this is why they all of a sudden decide to grant me more slacks? 8-O sigh)

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Money-Matters

I don't live in a vacuum--- of course, money matters.

Although one of my childhood dream was to own a share of Berkshire A, today, I sold my sole share of Berkshire B to cover my expenses.

It took a lot of processing time for me to hit the sell button.

You see, when the market is all rosy and seems to be going upwards, you would like to keep it longer to see it rise along with the wave of the rising tend.

When the market is down and like many others struggling to rise from the low end, you don't want to sell it because you know that historically.... the current price is not at the peak point.

There will never a good point to sell it.

Yet, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.

After I hit that sell button, all competing rationales dissolved because it was a point when arguments turn nonsensical.

This might sound as if the processing time involves only the time approaching the sale...

Yet, in reality, it took months if not years for me... including them days and nights of either having too many or close to no thoughts.... to gracefully accepting that "hitting point."

Consider the dealing of the issue about whether the permanent damages to my knees might be compensated or not as part of the preparation or vice versa...

In either case, although it takes work, I don't really know what the work entails....

For either case, I am gradually learn to cling to one principle...

Getting all upset is harmful to my health and stupid, especially if these are things I can get upset not about....

What you have. You have.

What you are supposed to let go. Let go.

Easy to say then done especially when I have no inkling what the hell it means to let go. 8-O

So says the Chinese... preparing for the rainy days.... consider it is raining now and thank God, I guess, other than some minor inconveniences... it ain't feeling quite that bad... 8-O lol

And, what is wrong about selling investment to cover tuition as well as room and board? I think it might have something to do with the sin called pride.

(I think this might be another one of those posting that will give me the.... "How did I get here?" kind of feeling tomorrow morning....)

Mind and body?

Recently I made some interesting observations...

Concurring with motions such as happiness, love and anger are strange sensations around my chest... while, in all these cases, there is the feeling that something just keeps on flowing out from the middle point of my chest....

In anger... that thing I feel would keep on overflowing and makes me feel as if I were to explode... and this often coincides with my acting like a headless chicken... barking at people such as my mom for no reason....

The thing I called the "thing" maybe what they call as energy or qi... regardless...

Life and game

The benefit of being young is that you are also granted with the inevitable talent to be stupid... at least for me.

This might have something to do with the fact that the older people have had so much more life experiences, which allows them to learn many more lessons.

This is like playing the game of Mafia War...

When I started playing it, I feel a big booboo every time someone attacks me or hitlist me. I used to feel destroyed when I get snuffed and die...

I would run crying to my mafia families like a little girl...

Months and 74 deaths later, death and losses becomes simply just part of the game.

You look at your stats and you go...

"Oops... died and lost again."

And, you move forward taking the time and in time... with more experiences.... you try to further level up... simply because you wonder what it feels like to level up.... 8-O lol

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Stupid

My head seems to be not really working nowadays.

When talking a walk, sometimes there would be more thoughts emerging.

When engaging in conversation with people, I could still talk and chat.

The rest of the times, especially when I am in a relaxed state, there doesn't seem to be much traffic going on in my head and I spend the majority of my day feeling "stupid"--- naming... if a natural head is like the earth that rotates, my head is like an earth standing still and not moving at all.

So this afternoon, as I was observing my head-not-moving-ness, I had this thought...

I am interestingly very stupid.

Even more interestingly, I am starting to get used to be stupid like this even though I was never really smart anyways.

.... especially when anyone in the right and wrong mind would be cautious about any further decrease of the dosage of Seroquel.

At the same time, it seems to feel sort of not so bad to be stupid since you don't have to worry about needing to be stupid-er... 8-O lol 8-X

The only concern I might have is that... the school is starting and I do need some cognitive capacity to do my coursework.... Might need my head to grant me some processing power at point... please.... 8-O lol sigh

Monday, September 7, 2009

Something about happiness

After hours of exercise, the uncomfortable feelings including pains finally went down...

That makes me feel happy...

At this point, I have a choice.

I can choose to call God or whatever supreme power there might be and shall there be such thing a sadistic bxster or I could be thankful about it.

It is not because I am a sadomasochist. Rather, it is because since calling him bad name didn't really do anything good, based on my past experience and given my preferences, I might as well choose to be happy about it.

In addition, although the condition is like a yoyo... going forwards and backwards at its own will...

At least one thing I know and something I was not sure before was that it will get better because it had gotten better before.

Then my dear friend called, checking to see where exactly I am at this point, with the thinking that I might have been thrown out by the Department of Homeland Security.

I explained to her that I am in a thing called the pending status... pending the immigration services at the DHS to tell me whether they want me pack up and leave or let me stay a bit more.

This illegally, I guess, makes me a true lost soul in limbo. 8-O 8-X

And, this brought me back to my a-employment status and other minor inconveniences in life.

If you ask me whether all these makes me feel anxious... Well, in addition to my being really well drugged out, when you are in it, all that you could do is to try to do whatever you could do about it and live on, I guess.

It doesn't mean that ain't no nothing could get me annoyed or upset... My mama has this special talent or driving me up the wall, for instance. 8-O lol

So, I must asked myself again how I was feeling after my conversation with this good friend of mine...

Well, them inconvenient annoyances in life do bring me down a bit.

Yet, so I thought to myself, "At least now I could say to myself that I am in a status called pending that not too many people would find themselves in. Maybe this is why I am back to the US so as to get my rounds of strange experiences a bit more completed." 8-O lol 8-X

Another reason to be happy about I guess? 8-O

Then I pondered...

Other than I am simply insane, why am I in this incurable state of looking up to happiness?

Among the plausible rationale... all the conditions and their secondary conditions might have resulted in some organic problem in the brain and causing some strange kind of, possible, permanent damages manifested as such biased cognitive processing... 8-O

Another possibility.... if you get beaten down well enough by all sorts of bewildering stuffs.... you might eventually start to see everything rosy as long as you are in a state less worse off than you have been before.

Da deductive reasoning of mine, then, kicked in....

Does it mean suffering is the prerequisite for happiness? 8-O

This reminds me of a thought I had even earlier on... Sometimes people who seem to have many more seem to be not all that happy..... Why aren't they happy and, if I could have a gift, other than being filthy rich, I would like to help people be happy....

Yet, I guess... it would be better off for everyone for me not trying to help people feel happy given the results of my deductive reasoning.... 8-O lol

Them Knees

Saturday, at the beginning, it felt as if the knees were swollen and my knees were sort of bent when trying to walk.

When walking, at times, I found them knees locked which makes me move in strange ways if not slower motion.

Them knees also do quite a bit of clicking... click... click... click...

Then, I realised that, when trying to do the stairs such as when getting in and out of the subway, I could only do one step at a time and I needed to stop.

Going upstairs, interestingly, became easier comparatively because, at least, I could use my thighs to move my legs and use my arms to pull myself up.

Going downstairs, on the other hands, is much more difficult because it feels like the knees have limited strength and they sort of move around at landing like them jellos despite of the fact that I also use my arms and hands to support my body weight.

In addition, I also have been feeling sharp pains as well as pains shooting down from my knees.

The simple knee problems also seem to have brought out problems all over my body.

The above summarises my knee encounters since Friday afternoon and so far.

Uncomfortable

I can't describe the kind of uncomfortable feeling I am in now...

The whole body feels like a wreck....

There are pain and aches... and uncomfortableness... period...

At points, it feels as if I am even having problem breathing and need to take deep breaths..

It also feels as if my body is bloated with some energy which is about to explode....

Bus rides takes longer no good...

Subway rides requires stair climbing... no good...

What is good? What could be good?
How could it be? A five minute long medical examination leading to all these? How could it be?

Then I was in the kitchen and told my mom I was not feeling good...

Then she started again making comments that really helps not...

I walked away and said something like.. "Can't take it now."

Can't take it now because there ain't no nothing I did to bring it up and please don't try to make me feel like I have any say about it especially when I simply feels no good.

The matter of the fact is that... I haven't felt this grade of f-up since the summer of 08 if not 07.... 8-(

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Struggle

This thought came to me...

I have been struggling all these times.

Suffering. So I have been.

Then, I thought to myself... blowing my own struggling and suffering a bit too much? Am I?

Who doesn't struggle and suffer in their own capacity?

Rethinking how this worldview didn't really carry me too far away from them minor inconveniences in life...

So I rethought again...

Yes. I accept that I struggle and suffer here and there at times in different capacities.

I accept.

I do not intend to either blow up or discount my own experiences.

However, what good could any of these do for me?

Positive

After my knees gave away and my back also went down south, one thing I have observed is that... positive symptoms also increased whether it is related to my physical conditions or not.

oops....

So I thought to God... ain't no need for me to blog myself into the cuckoo's nest no more since I have already done it.... Please feel free to keep them positive symptoms away from me... 8-O lol 8-X

Love and me

Along the line of love etc...

This thought came up again...

With body and mind both broken down into pieces, how could someone love something like me...

Then, I thought... ain't to nice to be seeing myself this way...

I am but a bit different... I guess... Just gotta find someone having a taste for something different like me... 8-O lol

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Love

Some strange feeling I have been hit once in a while nowadays.

It primarily originate and radiates from my chest.

The feeling decoded as being in love or being loved based on my internal code book.

It comes and warms me up... I happily accept it and smile. And it goes.

Ain't no body out there to love me so that I shall legitimately fall in love.

In any case, better to feel this way than to feel fear. 8-O lol

And, perhaps, they are right... neurochemical imbalance so it is da sense they called love. 8-O lol

Speaking of the utility of everyday things... such as dopamine and serotonin.... 8-O lol

Ain't like I never admit that I am crazy?! 8-O lol



Book

Sometimes I think I want to write a book.

But I don't know what I have to write about.

A book about nothing? Perhaps, no words?

Or, since I like being happy. A book about being happy?

What makes me feel happy? Learning new things, getting things done, being loved, perhaps?

Then, again, I thought... got no nothing to write about.

And, another question- how.

Thoughts

So I thought...

Wow... I have thoughts...

The funny thing is that... when you don't have too many thoughts, any simple one stands out and you go...

Wow another thought... 8-O lol

You have to help me

This slow state reminds me of what happened yesterday when the IME was examining me.

"Does it hurt?" The doctor worked around my knee cap...

"I am not quite sure."

"What about this?" He must be bending my knees around...

"I don't know." I try to observe how I was doing but I was not quite sure.

The doctor must felt a bit irritated by this slow thinking patient...

"You have to help me."

Thereafter, the pain started and he was already out of the door.

So I thought a bit earlier...

I am sorry but it was not like I did not want to cooperate or I want to be slow like that....

It is just... the head runs slow and everything goes slow.... Inevitably slow...

Maybe it is my fault but it is not my fault...

Slow thought

I am writing and I am capable of writing simple sentences. However, again, I feel my head is running slow.

I try to continue with reading the book madness. However, it seems like the process stalls inbetween the words.

How so at this hour?

Maybe it has something to do with my taking the meds at around 3:00 AM so that I could finish typing last night's posting...

Steve

Before I went to see my IME yesterday, I thought this is the same IME I saw before who told me that I could go back to work with carrying nothing over 25 pounds as the reduced workload.

When I saw the doctor, though, it did not seem like I have met him before.

Yet, he asked me, "Have I seen you before?"

So I replied, "I don't know."

Then, he said something like... "We have met before."

So I was trying to contact him to tell him that my knees have not been feeling happy since yesterday and I found the old letter sending me to this doctor called steve as well.

It was then did I realise that Steve was not the same Steve I saw before.

This is the point when delusions get built up.

So I thought to myself... I have told only one person on this planet that I was going back to see that nasty doctor Steve...

Since it is very unlikely that I have seen him before, how on earth did he say that he has seen me before?

Could someone out there be able to read my mind and reveal the information?

Or, could each every move be made public to everyone somehow? Sort of like I have been wired by CIA or FBI all over as per them old delusional thoughts? 8-O lol

Multiple personality disorder

Sometimes I think I might have multiple personality disorder even though who doesn't have more than one personality?

In the night time and when I could think, I need to be speaking in dasein while, in the day time, I would be wondering how I could be speaking in them desein.

The changes might have been gradual... yet... how and how so? Who else might understand and feel the same way?

At the same time, I wonder... shall there be anyone reading... whether people could sense the differences.

Knees

My knees are really bad today....

It feels like they are both swollen, can't really stretch the legs, hurts and there are pains shooting down sometimes. Also have problem simply walk.

It might have something to do with the knee problems... my whole body also doesn't feel quite right.

Last night when I went to bed, I felt never pintching on my upper and lower back.

How so... got no idea.

I decided to contact the IME about it since there apparently are some injuries triggered by his bending my knees and touching around, and, since he is the one to write the report on my knees for the workers' com court.

I have no idea whether he is going to listen or not.

I can only try.

The worst case scenario... he wouldn't listen and the court is going to rule no problems with my knees.

Damn... all them pains and suffering and the possibility of all be dismissed simply because the problems did not manifest themselves until post hoc.

How so

I woke up in the morning...

Not quite sure where all the words came from in last night's posting....

Guesss... sort of like you wake up in the morning and ponder to yourself... how did I end up here? 8-O lol

Friday, September 4, 2009

Reset again

It's been an interesting day...

The day started ordinary.... I could walk and actually could do some work...

In the afternoon, I took off early for my IME meeting...

The doctor examined my knees to check for injuries...

When he was asking me all those questions, I had no idea what to say... During the trip to the IME, somehow, my cognition decided to shut down.... leaving nothing running in my head at the point.

However, after he did all the bending and poking around and after the meeting ended, my knees started to hurt and became locked... and I could barely walk out of the clinic...

I should have gone back to him. Yet, I did not...

So I limped out of the premises and walked down the street like a big bad bug again...

Things did get a bit better after I throw everything down on the floor and started to do my swinging exercises for an hour or two.

Strangely, I was able to walk better.

After I got home, I had to take my mom out to meet up with some old friends for dinner...

The trip was exhausting because of all the stairs I have to traverse up and down the subway stations. I could barely do 2-3 steps a time be it going up or down the stairs.

When we finally met up with my friends, I was a piece of complete wreck.... moving slowly with da funny walking....

Later into the night, as we were slowly moving towards Times Square, the wife, who is like a big sister to me, carefully tried to engage in a conversation that must have been difficult for her to start....

It started with something like... "Your parents must have expectations for you."

I laughed and said, "Expectations?! All that I want know is to just have a job that pays the rent, allows me to go on vacation and affords me a good enough life after retirement. My mom agrees with that, too."

I don't quite remember how exactly the entire conversation went.

One thing I remember is the efforts she made in spitting out the following...

"If I have guidance earlier in my life, I wouldn't have done many things different. Don't be too stubborn and plan for the long term."

So I thought to myself... Isn't it amazing that, although we haven't hang out for a while, they still are so very concerned of me and would even try to make an effort as such?

So I have replied...

"Like what I said before, all that I want is to have a job and settled down. After all these years and especially after the past two years and more, I have come to realise that there is nothing more important than health. In my even younger years, I want to be the guru and the expert of everything. Always fighting to achieve more and more... and wanting to be 'someone'. Then, there came the fall. A stupid fall. A fall that shattered the entire 'existence' of mine.... leaving me still trying to recollect them broken pieces including my lost soul." 8-O lol sigh

Of course, our conversation did not constitute only my monologue.

She shared with me many more things including how she realised today that there is something more than the dreams and expectations that we could not accomplish.

My response was, "I just want to be happy. What I have learned so far is that... my head does its own thing and my body does its own thing... At some point, you start to wonder... what exactly is there left as me and what is me."

In addition, my realisation that, given my talent to attract all them strange scenarios in life, the only way to keep me in a good condition is to ensure I got get myself to stress out. Or, histories are likely to repeat themselves and I would be speeding up them inconvenient inevitable.

It was funny... the thought of one country, two governments, with me being the governee... Both of us laughed.

Yet, something tells me that all the words might be abstract. That was when I decided to volunteer some supporting materials.

And, for the first time, perhaps, in my life, many of the things I have documented in this blog became verbalised.

I spoke of the past... many of the things I have lived through in the past few years...

Starting from the breaking down of my mental health to the inclusion of the physical problems into my profile til all the other blah blah blah.

At some point, I also brought up them thoughtless days and nights when all that I yarn for is to catch that small window where I could peep to see how thoughts could flow.

It was much more later into the night and into our conversation when she, all of a sudden, said to me, "I didn't understand what you mean earlier. Now I understand."

I did not ask further which part of my verbal diarrhea it was then....

Yet, before pondering further, I realised that would have been an inconsequential question anyway.... Perhaps, it's only about how all these scenarios could help us making sense of thoughts and ideas so many other people have so much more elegantly put into words before.

Nothing I have written so far is new. Just old wine in new bottle...

It is a crappy day and it is a bad time.

So spoke the jargon... the perfect storm.

Don't we all start developing permanent damages or conditions as we age....

Perhaps, life is but taking pity on me... leveling me out if not up sooner then I would like to be...

Perhaps, after all the pain and suffering and blah blah blah.... one thing I gain is that...

How da life to lead... now I have an alternative choice-- an option to live for simple happiness.

Be it the "right" choice or not....

I could try so much... Other could try for me so far... Still others could ponder whether they would try or not...

I might make the wrong choice and have to take risks.

However, the choice is mine and I am willing, I think, to take risks to be happy.

In any case, life has a habit of doing the thing called "unfolding"... at the expense of time...

And, perhaps, so I thought, this is the reason why I someone got back to the United States after the visa got denied last year....

I have pondered many a time why God or else has let me back....

Perhaps.... so that I could, in this strange time, in my strange way, sort of... how do you put it... grow or heal? 8-O (Think about this... where else can better foster someone like me to grow and recovery in this strange way other than in New York City? 8-O lol sigh)

And, I think God does look down and check on me at times and thinks.... well... rodents survive and she seems to be still kicking.... 8-O lol

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Me

Strange day today...

Might have something to do with the 2-hour walk I took...

Didn't spend too much time using my head but could feel blissful happiness... as I kept on walking on...

So I thought at some point...

Strange me...

The body does its own thing...

The head does its own thing...

The heart does its own thing...

What exactly is this thing that I think is me in addition to all them that are supposed to be mes? 8-O lol

Fly

I went to an office yesterday to drop a form. That was when I saw this beautiful pack of cookies sitting on the table.

The nice lady offered me some and I gladly took them...

At some point, as I was trying to close the cover of the package, the nice lady said...

"It is ok. We just had a persistent fly here yesterday."

So I replied, "I don't particularly like them flies either. They have the tendency to come out of nowhere and stubbornly wouldn't leave."

Then, I got this epiphany...

"Sounds like me." 8-O lol

Letting go

I have no idea what it means to let go.

One thing I figure so far is that it is not simply giving up.

It might have something to do with having the abilities to embrace all options, preferable or not....

And, when confronting with things not so preferable, you don't drive yourself to death into the dead end. Rather, you say to yourself... I am going to cling to my health... mental or not.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Recovery

I must have mentioned before... sometimes I think all the random thoughts of mine entail are nothing but the process of recovery.

Recovery is a strange process... Like life itself, at times you see the rosy garden with due positivity; yet, sometimes, out of nowhere, something as minor as a fly swings by and you are reminded of the path you have traversed so far. And, you see yourself back to ground zero. From there, you manage to level up again.

I have often pondered... I must have really severe learning disabilities in learning some essential life's lesson. This is why God decided to grant me a chance to experience total disabilities through some ridiculously simple fall from a collapsed chair... So speaks for the unbearable inconsequential-ness, if not lightness, of life...

Through out my blogging career, so far, I have found myself switch from a war lord to a I-don't-quite-yet-know-what with the I-don't-quite-yet-know-what partially defined as a fighter-no-more. In retrospective, I guess, while da war lord prides itself in the attempt conquer all obstacles towards total freedom, in reality, it is but a manifestation of me incarcerated by them unidentified anger.... boiling boiling and boiling inside...

Good or bad? I am not quite sure. The only thing I know is that, possibly, when letting go of the never-ending fights, you could be afforded with more time to live although I am not quite sure, still, what it means to let go.

So tonight, I took this fellow Taiwanese lady to see the free and outdoor screening of "The Barber of Seville" at Lincoln Center.

Among thousands of others, I sat there like a good girl quietly watching the show.

At some point, I looked around and saw the beautiful city surrounding, that almost full moon hanging over the city as well as, above, the big cloudless sky.

Suddenly, memories of the past struck me....

More accurately, the memories flashes by so fast that I could hardly recognised with the comedy in the foreground and background as well.
It was the past of how about three years ago when I pledge to go to see all them operas in the Met... getting them standing room tickets wishing for an orchestra seat after the intermission.



Them beautiful years of being elegantly and blessedly ignorant while lamenting, as usual, about the Micky mouse grade inconveniences of life... How grand is that?!


I found my eyes watering at some point, pairing with da emotions, which were, earlier in the day, nowhere to be found. Secretly I wiped it off for such manifestation of affect doesn't really match up with the unfolding happy ending... although them dasein stubbornly linger til this point.

Why such reactions? I am not quite sure... Perhaps, it is motivated by the grief for what could not be reclaimed. All other interpretations fail... I am simply insane. 8-O lol

So I eventually went ahead and took my night time meds.... waiting for them to start slowing down them processes of thought generation...

Annoying still... daily routine-- to grow from cognitive setbacks... Some micro version of recovery processes... I guess....

Lighter

All of a sudden, it feels lighter... the weight on my head and affect...  now I could do some reading...

Switch

Spent the whole day staring at people walking and giving directions...


I am a switch....  dispatching... dispatching... dispatching...


8-O lol 8-X

Dumb and dumber

I seem to be getting dumb and dumber each day.


Doggies and cats or fishes might have more thoughts in their head than me.


Starting to have problem moving through words again when attempting to read.  However, still have the ability to read...


Affect coming down again...

Stalling

Took Vitamin B and did some work before arriving at work...

Cognitive processing stalling.... sort of like wearing a helmet....

The best activity to engage in is to stare at the driveway and look at people walking around.

Shall such be the process of recovery...

Some kind of recovery process

Parsifal.... 8-O lol 8-X

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Some kind of stable

About 2 weeks after the dosage is down by another 50 mg for Seroquel, making it 250 now,  positive symptoms remain to be low if not negligible.

Perhaps, about 1 week ago, there were more delusional kind of ideology occurring... like them ships passing in the sea...

Yet, these days, they seem to going back hibernating...

In the part of head that I have control over... remaining... few thoughts and I am starting to feel the motor running slower again.... 8-O

This gives me a scare...

The phase of cognitive fossilisation can not come back... when I could barely comprehend words....

This is some strange kind of stable state I am in... stablising towards the overdosing state... with this feeling that them overdosing kinda symptoms hiding at the corner...

Yet, it takes time for the changes in dosages to become stablised... I am scared of having to go through dosage change again this soon for it is risky business.

Remaining a question unanswered... how could the dosage keep on going down and I keep on growing towards the state of being overdosed?  

God or else... need some enlightenment... da chicken shit in limbo... 8-O lol 8-X