Easy, breezy, beautiful ...
Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Thorazine ...
This week's Thorazine covergirl and all-round comorbid case study is Lady J ...
"Maybe I'll do a big load of washing today - it might make me feel like my life isn't catastrophically out of control"
Instead of suggesting honesty as the best policy and changing "washing" for "nothing" [ and, indeed, ending the statement after '-life'.] I merely said "Maybe" to stall for more time not to think about it.
The thing is, entropically speaking, J's life is in fact a little more orderly with her clothes remaining unwashed and as complete-if tumid-ensembles unevenly covering her body. Her fears of looking like a squatter in her mid-renovations-rubble-strewn-&-unheated house is less because she sneaks about darting from the possible view of the builders than her being down to two arbitrary outfits-not, as you may imagine, alternated, but worn one on top of the other- teamed with bed hair, frantic-eyes, and grasping of a half-empty 1.25 ltre bottle of Pepsi at 10am on a monday morning. This is not to mention the kleptomaniacal, ghoulish mongrol hound that barks, shits, and moults simultaneously and incessantly from her trembling side. This perennial companion of 14 years [perennialls?] is [son of] Sam -- a worrying and easily worried hybrid of all unwanted [/raggy-doll-reject-bin types] dogs ever discarded to the pound's death row to upset people who should know better anyway. Imagine What-a-mess but with 'tude and deafness.
Extrapyramidal symptoms persist, though they may in fact be resurgent. Certainly, the 'muscular, lead-pipe rigity is nothing new, and the facial spasms and other motor tics cannot be considered solely caused by her Thorazine regime as she has a history of childhood twitching and flinches so often it can appear indistinguishable from repetitive and involuntary movements comorbid pathologies are responsible for.
No comments:
Post a Comment