I am Not Superman

It is a harsh reality and one I would prefer not to mention so openly, however I feel that we have shared so much on our journey I should not stop now.

I hear you ask how I know I am not Superman? Well here are the basic questions that need to be answered.
1. Have you ever changed ïn a phone booth or any other public place?
2. Have you ever had diarrhoea? Superman Doesn't get diarrhoea
3. Have you ever been late for a flight? Trick question folks, Superman doesn't fly in planes.
4. Have you ever worn a leotard and a cape and been sober at the time?
5. Do you wear Chuck Norris pajamas to bed at night? Superman does.

So my reality hit home today as my withdrawals took a serious turn for the worse. I feel giddy, tired, tense and tight chested in a manner unlike Dolly Parton.
Add to that emotionally low and as sad as wife who is unable to find something for her husband to do on a Saturday afternoon and you can partially imagine where I found myself.
I was not very much in love with life at all. It dawned on me that I had no choice but to get to my GP at once and confess and beg for forgiveness.
Her response was as follows, "you have stopped your meds haven't you and please don't tell me you stopped them suddenly". The specific meds I am on need to be fazed out over a minimum period of 2 months. They are some of the harshest to stop suddenly on.

To cut a long story shorter than Latoya Jacksons music career, I spent my last food money on a doctors visit and some chemicals.

Long live drugs and rock and roll.

Nite All

Depression Logic

I have not written because I believed I was stronger than I am.

My error was a simple one and not one taken on a logical train of thought. Like a river that starts in a high snowcapped mountain, it seemed well adjusted and containable at first. Then someone brought out the sun and the floodgates opened.

Hi, my name is Ted and I need anti-depressants.
I have taken a long time to accept this as a medical condition and not a sign of weakness.

I stopped and decided "cold turkey" was the best way to go. I didn't expect the headaches, nor the irritation and sudden mood swings which came about when tired. I am exhausted, battling to get up in the morning and smiling has become really hard. The withdrawals can apparently be for as long as 2 to 6 months.


Responses to my actions included "You did what", "what the hell were you thinking" and "now that was clever".

My plea is a simple one, do not treat depression lightly. Do not see it as a weakness, but rather in line with high blood pressure or high cholestrol. It cannot be ignored. See a medical practioner and don't be as foolish as I have been.

Nite All.

Odd Encounters

I arrived at the location and felt a cold chill up my spine.

It was a sandblasting and spraypainting business all done under the open sky. It was an opening surrounded by trees, the kind you see where captive people escape and run into the trees in terror. Broken equipment lay everywhere and we were led into his office where 3 large portly men were taping up pumps for spraying.

There had an inbred wild charm about them that gave you the feeling of a deer facing oncoming truck lights.
They also very seldom looked you in the eye and the boss man had 3 of his front teeth missing and his very disturbing lisp had the menace of a mountain evangelist about him. I did my inspection, always keeping them in sight and being very sure not to accidently photograph them. My concern was that the flash might suddenly cause them to turn on me like the Kardashian girls on a single male.

I wrote my report sitting on a semi torn wobbly chair that seemed to draw me in like a pitbull wagging its tail. Then time to leave and I stood slowly, smiled and walked into the open. One followed and 2 sized me up making me feel all kinds of violated. Was it my imagination or did he hold my hand a little too long when we shook hands goodbye and then he shook hands again. Short memory scan or was he confirming my scent?

If I heard the slightest hint of duelling banjos, it was my intention to run into the forest screaming like the audience at an Oprah Christmas Special.

I did not ask for the restroom in case I stumbled across a chained decomposing body of a cheerleader or worse, a pink floral design toilet with knitted toilet seat cover.

In my line of work I get to see some out of the ordinary people and places and it makes me appreciate city life so much more.

Nite all.