Ok, so here's the situation....so far
I was off my new meds (gabapentin or Gabba-Gabba-Hey, as I call them) for a day or so and went to see my Sweet Babboo to tell him I had it with him and that he's going nowhere and that I gotta move on in my life and that he's holding me back and I gotta shake off the excess baggage- and the excess baggage means HIS ass.
But I took one of my original meds- the one that I prefer but everyone calls me a drug addict because I prefer them-
and I didn't tell him diddly.
We wound up watching 'From Hell it Came' or 'Tobongo' or whatever about the vengeful tree monster in the Pacific.
He kept laughing at my smart-ass comments- where other people would simply tell me to shut up or knock it off.
And he kept hugging me and kissing my cheek.
For some reason he gets a big kick out of me impersonating Walter Brennan- I don't know why I do that.
He wasn't even in this movie.
But I make little comments in Walter Brennan's voice and he thinks it's so funny.
He laughs so hard he falls off the couch sometimes.
I can't break up with this guy.
If my meds turn me from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde, in a way, I'll just concentrate on seeing my Sweet Babboo when I'm Mr. Hyde- which is really my normal status.
I'll concentrate on getting ahead in life when I'm Dr. Jekyll.
Now, if I could just control the hallucinations and loud crashes and thuds and voices in my head- I'd be perfect.