Next In Line For Refills

Another day with Schmidt's Syndrome,  another day of ups and downs, highs and lows and the recurring roller coaster of emotions that accompany me through my diseased journey.  It is hard to belive that 20 years have passed since I was diagnosed with this bullshit, 20 long years of pills and pharmacy lines behind old people, sick people and me telling myself I am not like them. I am not diseased just misdiagnosed by underqualified lab coat wearing clowns pimping for the pharmaceutical whores who line their lab coats with lies and dollars.

The last 5 years have been the most difficult with altered dosages and mood swings. Oh the mood swings they are the epitome of evil, someone with a short temper and a big stick, Mel Gibson in Braveheart, Russell Crow in Gladiator, Al Pacino in Scarface, that's me the dynomite about to explode, the adreanline to the heart, lock me in the padded room and hide the key.

The wary quest continues to find a cure but none will ever be found, the closest we came was when Oprah Winfrey was diagnosed with a thyroid disease, the national media groveled at her feet weeping over her symptoms and we were spotlighted for about a month, then the lights flickered and went out and moved on to some freak who's uterus fast tracked 8 babies and now has a reality show.

It could always be worse, my disease is not life threatening not even a disease just a lowly syndrome but one that pushes and bullies the emotions mafia style - take the pills and shut up. Next in line please.....