Part 8 “I am in a car. An Oldsmobile. In the front seat. The passanger seat. I glance to my left. I am driving. I am dressed in jeans. Cinched with a blue cloth belt. Red T-shirt. Peeking through the neck of a leather jacket. Black socks. Grey runners. We are driving on Glemore Trail….

“I was back in Unit 58. In Andrea’s office. Facing her chair. Her empty chair. I was filling in a crossword puzzle. A test from Andy. I was stuck on 69 down. ‘Lave’. Six letters. Crud. I hear Andrea saying, “Lyle. You’re early. Your appointment isn’t till three o’clock. You’ll have to go and come…

Since I write non-sequentially and largely by inspiration this Table of Contents will undergo periodic revision, as I am inspired.   Contents Copyright Page Prologue PART ONE – RECOVERY BEGINS 2 EMS to the Rescue 3 ICU Is a Four Letter Word 4 The More is NOT the Merrier PART TWO – REHABILITATION BEGINS 5…

I woke. With Siper Webs. Caressing my face. Burning. Itching. Hot. My old friend. Visiting. Last week. Serotonin Syndrome by name. I had first experienced SS when I was given Injectible Naloxone (Narcan). For an Morphine overdose. Then I rocketed from SS to Hypomania to full blown Psychotic Mania. This time SS was milder. Thank…

The railing was now on my right. But, I was going up. Not down. Kenny had said going up was easier. Less scary. I remembered the SSB stairwell. Going up was absolutely less scary. I had to try. It was the middle of the day. No one was going to come by. To help me….

The door was locked. Duh! I had remembered my keys. But could I open the very heavy door. On the way out I had simply pressed the handle down. Pushed the door open. Fairly easy. Besides I had the hunger driving me. But pulling the door might be another thing. I had to try. How…

Getting across thirty ninth street. Thirty ninth was a busy street. You wouldn’t think it. But it was. Because drivers used it as a shortcut. To shave a few seconds off their commute. To get on with their important jobs. And, important lives. It was twelve thirty. Drivers grabbing a quick take out. Before they…

Kenny let the belt out just a tiny millimeter. To me it felt like a yard. I lurched forward. Out of control. Or, so it seemed. A fierce jerk brought me back. Into balance. “You’re okay. Now let’s take that step.” Kenny said. “And this time hold onto the railing.” I lifted my left foot….

t 3 I would solve the laundry problem later. I needed to eat. I scrapped together a bunch of change. Limped to my apartment’s front door. Got my cane from where it was leaning against the fridge. Unlocked the door. Went out to the corridor. Turned. Locked the door with my key. Limped down the…

I was napping. The phone rang. I limped to the kitchen to answer it. “Hi, Lyle” I recognized Nancy’s voice. “I think I left my Day Planner there. Can you check?” I limped to the living room Didn’t see the planner. Then I looked under the sofa. Voila! The wallet must have fallen out of…