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No aphasia in my writing; I'm still at home so I haven't spoken yet. It doesn't work to detect spoken Aphasia unless I'm addressing a specific person.
That I was quite definitely Manic starting early Monday morning led me to take 15 mg of Zyprexa (olanzapine) Monday night.
I worked overnight Tuesday with the plan to sleep starting mid afternoon but both types of aphasia were so severe Tuesday that I at first planned to go to the Urgent Care Clinic but upon realizing I had been experiencing quite severe short term memory loss that I called my case manager Michelle to ask that she drive me to the Emergency Room instead.
As I was riding home on the bus I was completely overcome with grief and desperately struggling to avoid screaming in agony. I briefly entertained the idea of going back into carpentry as it always brought me great serenity, but I quickly realized that were I to do so there was no doubt in my mind I would slice my thumb off with my circular saw.
Less than one minute after the Triage Nurse drew blood from me I forgot that she had done so, accidentally tore my bandage off then found myself puzzling as to why I was bleeding all over the floor.
That I was repeatedly repeating myself led the ER staff to expedite my treatment: less than twenty minutes after I checked in with their receptionist I was ginven a Cerebral CT Scan - they're not called CAT Scans anymore - then a paper EKG, assigned an Exam Room immediately after that, hooked up to a video EKG, automated blood pressure cuff, blood oxygen monitor then given a Urine Test.
But you looked like a Cyborg with all those wires! You quite reasonably protest, then I adeptly deflect your assertion by requesting that you sorry lot do an image search for "Urinal Jug".
VERY surprising is that I never once felt thirsty despite that I was using my trusted friend the Urinal Jug just like I was a race horse.
That just _never_ happens. Not for twenty-four years due to Psychogenic Polydipsia: "Thirst Of The Mind". It is uncommon and poorly understood but is speculated to be a side effect of Antipsychotic Medication. I don't feel thirsty now either.
I have more to say but want to chill and get ready for work so I will continue in a reply.
But I will say that I still experience mike Aphasia in my writing.
(Score: 3, Interesting) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Friday November 30 2018, @06:04AM
"mdcrawford@gmail.com:
To Wit:
That particular addy quite clearly states that I work for Portland Custom Software Development [soggywizards.com]. I also mentioned that Grandpa Speelmon was the Chief Surgeon at Spokane, Washington's Deaconess Hospital as well as a Captain in the US Army Air Forces at what at the time was the San Antonia Airfield during World War II.
This happens every fucking day. Also quite unfortunate is that some guy with a severe chronic illness results in _me_ getting the results of all his insurance authorization request. Blue Cross Blue Shield Of California always sends me their take on each such authorization with a "noreply@imadamncunt.com".
About once a month I am notified that a new Liver Transplant Patient needs Dr. Crawford's TLC at a hospital in Australia. For _several_ years now I have _begged_ every last one of those transplant nurses to get Dr. Crawford's addy right, but to no avail.
Until I did just that, I was regularly invited to a card game in the Women's Locker Room.