Well: My Mother and I have finnished our last practice together. Good or
bad, the music will come. To-morrow we are off to marry the woman I would
have had as my own wife to another.
One thing is for sure. As bad as I have been dragging with the Seroquel
since I started it, I will not be taking it to-night or to-morrow. I intend
on being able to play flawlessly, which Seroquel prohibits.
Both my Mother and step-father are getting on my case about eating. I
continue to be not hungry - I wonder if the Seroquel has anything to do with
that, as well. My step-father pegged me to do my blood pressure, which when
measured on each arm came up the same: 88-40. I am not going to die of
hypertension, anyway. They are both holding for my eating pattern causing
this, I think the Seroquel is it. In all of this anorexic-bating, neither
seems to care that my weight is unchanged. If I am not losing weight, I
don't think I am falling into my old anorexic problem while I was in the
Navy. I weigh thirty pounds -more- since I got here in December.
I keep thinking it would be a good idea to go off and live my own life.
In the meantime, there's a wedding to send off to the strains of Irish folk
music . . .
James
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James' mood: "The Wedding March" - Johann Strauss
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