What can YOU say in six sentences?
In an attempt to write myself out of a hazy state of mind I'll start with the fact that my orange flavored La Croix sparkling water is room temperature now, I don't know how to use my new iPhone, I'm wondering if the HCG diet is safe and why my desk is cluttered with writing ideas that have nothing to do with the memoir I'm supposed to be writing.
There's twelve year old Brian who takes Risperdal, an antipsychotic also used to treat rage which gives him tics, may give him diabetes and high cholesterol, and how his stepmother told me all about his birth mother's borderline personality diagnosis and how he isn't allowed overnight visits because her nuttiness exacerbates his autism and anxiety and what's happening to our children?
I could also write about the open house at Julian's school for autistic children, how the rooms were cute like any preschool classroom, only they were smaller and less cluttered, and the colors weren't as bright, and each had a cabinet labeled "Diazepam" which is a sedative.
I want to write about the newsletter I received from Vic's Catholic school which included an "Urgent action alert from the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops" regarding an "unprecedented threat to religious freedom" which was all about healthcare plans including coverage for all FDA-approved prescription contraceptives and sterilization procedures..."; I find it odd that the church is so worried about contraception, so adamant that no baby should be stopped when "defective" children aren't allowed in their schools.
I can't get the image out of my head of the school for disabled children I visited last week, the one down the street from Tanya's Beauty Shop, MAM's Resale, Blalock Autocar and a sign offering concealed handgun classes; the school which is comprised of small rundown cottages is operated by two men, one who looks like a white-haired Abraham Lincoln with long nails, the other a fidgety guy with a Paul Simon hairdo, Neil Diamond sideburns and excess energy like a cocaine red flag.
Then there is the story about Dr. Ulissey who gave a talk about breast cancer/imaging yesterday, a great guy it's hard to find fault with, and how I had to spend five hours listening to a subject I'm bored with when I really wanted to sit down with him over beers and hear about the book he had published in February, The Cabinda Incident which is about oil, covert politics, deception and adventure in Angola, West Africa.