So Let the Mind Games Begin…

This morning was supposed to be my every two week injection of Risperdal. I take Risperdal to quell the symptoms I have from being afflicted and saddled with schizoaffective disorder.  Dad called me from the pharmacy about 8am when my injection was scheduled at 9am. I had been up since about 7am and was making some cheese toast in the oven. “We don’t have an injection,” my father told me solemnly as he apologized. “The girls forgot to order them.” I sighed deeply inwardly as I had already begun to feel strange last night.  I was getting the first twinges of an anxiety attack about to happen.  Things may get interesting around here in a day or two.  Sometimes I wonder if it is psychosomatic, but I will probably start feeling some pretty harsh physical withdrawal symptoms as well in the next few days. My heart will just race in my chest when this happens and my anxiety will increase tenfold with an anxiety attack ever lurking around the corner.   “Dad, call my psychiatrist and get him to prescribe some extra Risperdal in tablet form for me to take around lunch time,” I told my father after calling him back. Dad thought that was a pretty good idea.  Maybe it will get me by until I can get my next injection in a few days. You are probably wondering why I don’t take my anti-psychotic in tablet form all the time. I have been notoriously noncompliant with regards to my medications over the years.  I will get to feeling bette...
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