Daily Archives: October 17, 2011
I have neglected completely to lay out the events which led me and others to decide I was a bipolar.
Work at the time was not going well for me. I was a sergeant in the Army, doing work for the “WTU”-short for Warrior Transition Unit”. We were tasked to watch over twelve soldiers apiece, monitoring their whereabouts, and generally making sure that soldiers were where they needed to be. I was considered an oddball, which I am used to, and I’m pretty sure everyone considered me a dumbass. Part of me felt they were right, part of me fought to felt that they were the dumbasses, neglecting to understand my contributions. There was this one time when the first sergeant, knowing that I was a medical supply tech, told me to make a matrix of drugs that were considered heavy hitters and controlled substances. I had to make him a graph of all the drugs we’d run into, and rate them for things like safe for alcohol, safe for driving, safe for mixing…
What’s wrong with that? What is wrong is that ALL psych meds are bad with alcohol, many with contraindications, and many for driving. I never completed that matrix; he had someone else do the dumb thing after I found out from a pharm tech that it is impossible to interpret each provider’s reasoning for prescribing the drugs they’d prescribe. They are allowed to override any precautions that the patient would take. The graph was impossible to complete. I knew it. He didn’t. He just wanted a pretty picture on the wall, probably fixing himself for a nice bullet on his review.
Months later, I became depressed and was put on Celexa. It opened the door to a high degree of clarity for me that I had not known in years. This was at a 10mg dose. As time progressed, we moved me up to 30mg, and then my behavior became erratic. The final straw came when I talked with a former sergeant major about the recent death of his son in Iraq. I admit it. I sat there and I cried in that room right next to the first sergeant. That was the end of my job, and from there on I was to be classified as Bipolar II.
As I cried outside, a former captain of mine came up and asked me why I was crying. I related the story to him, and he told something golden: “That’s your basic humanity showing.” I will never forget those words that let me know it was OK to be hurt. It just wasn’t OK to be hurt on the job. So, the Army dismissed me quickly, ending my career and ushering in the era of me as a disabled veteran. Who can tell who is right? Was I bipolar, or am I just sensitive?
This small blog is seen by no one except for a few who stumble here. But I would be stupid not to spread this video around. It is a video tape of a Citibank customer who got herself arrested for trying to withdraw her money from said bank. It moved me, and it should you. The oligarchy is getting nervous.
Update: Trends and Forecasts also has footage from Bank of America goons not letting customers go in and close their accounts.
Representing the 9-9-9 aw yeah,
I’m the black walnut moving up the charts,
you can have me on a cone or a la carte
Flattening taxes, exploiting my blackness
Cain is raising amazing
I send him to his mommy
don’t need no foreign policy
when you have Walnut-ology
I say stupid stuff, no gotcha reporter will call my bluff
regressive taxes to the masses
it’s your fault if you got nothing
you’ll do the supply slide if you fuck with me
Black Walnut will race you to the bottom
poor houses everywhere you look
when my tax plan hits the books
Cornbread, ’nuff said, out here.
This is too fucked for words. I am working on a Herman Cain rap, but it seems like he’s beaten me to the punch with his song skills, however sorry they are. This must be one of those corporate rallies where every one has to pretend that they are there because they love the company.