Thursday, August 22, 2013
Napoleon XIV - "They're coming to take me away"
I was sleeping this afternoon when a knock on my apartment door awoke me. I opened it and a man stood there who said he was from the Racine County Human Service Department. He said they had received a report that I am very depressed, possibly to the point of injuring myself, and he was checking up. He gave me a pamphlet entitled "Racine County Behavioral Heath Crisis Services."
I was very taken aback by this. I don't talk about my mental health to anyone except my psychiatrist and the general public here. I reassured him that I wasn't going to hurt myself and I gave him my psychiatrist's name. Unfortunately, I didn't get his name or a business card or anything. I was only half awake. I should've at least asked for ID.
At first, I thought my neighbor in the apartment next door did this as a gag. He swears he didn't. So, who reported me and why?
I'm posting this in case some law enforcement officers appear one day and drag me off to the mental ward under Chapter 51. I'm emailing some of you my psychiatrist's name and number. If I'm committed under "emergency detention," please contact her and let her know. Also, make sure that I'm getting the best drugs that they have. Suggest that whatever normal dosage is, I should receive more.
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7 comments:
I told you the men in black were down the hall from you. It's THEM.
"I am from the government and I am here to help you"
NSA reading our post?
Did they ask to see your twelve pressure pots?
Damn human services are reading our comments again.
The intrusion may be a result of kk's bedtime games and the CHAPTER 51 comment.
Flashing may be required to thwart the intruders.
Not to fear1
Your implanted GPS microchip transponder will lead us to you
I used to like that song. Now, I'm not so sure. That is totally freaky. Wasn't me that reported anything.
Can anyone report anyone? Is ethical impairment a mental disease?
I'm tired of my life being weird. I'm not answering the door anymore.
Well all have issues in the mental health department. Hell, look what we have to deal with everyday.
But to have someone come to your door and inquire is flat out weird.
It wasn't me Orbs.
If you have the 45, flip it over and play it.
I prefer the reverse side because it sounds like you are chewing dried corn
Dunno who did that orbs.... You never sounded that depressed!
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