I’m hanging out in my apartment at mealtime, instead of going down to lunch. I’ll get them to bring me up something, while I sit quietly here in my suite, feeling like a dead duck on so much medication. That doctor’s got me all doped up. I don’t like this. I went to his office a couple of times, complaining of anxiety in the dining room, so he’s got me awfully doped up. Last evening I missed supper altogether, for all the dope the doctor’s giving me.
I take a whole fist full of medication twice a day, and it’s just not fair. I never get a chance to wake up. I’m always falling into a doped sleep. I’m afraid I’ll pass out while I’m walking, like I was doing when I overdosed in 2010. That cost me every possession I ever had, except for my financial resources. It also cost me hip replacement surgery, when I finally fell on my hip too hard, too many times. I wish that man would stop doping me up.


About geostan51

I'm a wordsmith and a craftsman. I've been known to hand crochet just about anything escept granny squares. I've got about twenty titles in my name on the Kindle Store at
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