Went to see the psychiatrist today. It was going like a normal appointment until I brought up the hallucinations I’ve been having. We’ve (and my previous shrink) discussed them in times past, but recently they’re manifesting themselves more frequently. We discussed if I felt this was due to one of the many meds I take. After we talked for a good while she asked if I ever had a Parkinsonism examine, which I haven’t. On the paper test I scored 21 out of 26, not good, but at least not too bad either. The physical part was okay, I guess.

She’s giving me a new antipsychotic which should help with the memory problems and the hallucinations. Of course, being only 66 I shouldn’t be having issues like this, but sometimes it’s good to start checking mental issues considering I am Type I Bipolar which requires a host of meds that may cause either Parkinsonism or other mental issues. It might just be related to the med I take for Essential tremor in my hands; but she’s taking me off that because of the mental issues it causes.

I’ve started working on the next chapter in the lives of Carlos and Stefan. It takes place somewhere in their future.

Oh, there is one change in my life. I’ve jumped on the wagon. Going through two bottles of Tequila in 5 or 6 days is not good. At least the shrink thought it was a good thing. The deal is, my son said he’d give up the ale he was drinking (sometimes a whole six-pack in one sitting), if I’d cut out the booze. Good idea, but he’s still smoking marijuana and electronic cigarettes. Seems like cheating to me, after all his doc put him on Prozac to manage his anger. Oh well, can’t have everything.

Oh, yeah, two more changes around here. I’ve taken up the guitar. I was taking lessons, but I can’t drive anymore due to a worsening of the bipolar situation. I can’t drive on the hi-way anymore because of a worsening short attention span. Scared my son so, so, so bad; scared me, too.