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Poem Details
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| Title: | Seroquel Dreams |
| Author: | Meredith Sloan |
| Date Submitted: | 11/29/2013 |
| Poem: |
Do not talk about the pills that you''re taking. It''s not table conversation. But it''s what I have to say. When someone asks "How are you?" I Either bite my teeth into a grin and give the standard "Good. And you?" or I launch into a monologue about lithium or klonopin or my seroquel dreams. Don''t lower the lithium until you''re stable. You can stand the tremor until then. Careful with klonopin, or it''ll be next Tuesday before we see you awake. And seroquel. don''t go see a midnight premiere and then take some, because the seroquel dreams have a field day with movies, especially in theaters, and just might take you back there. But it''s different, because they''re in your own head with your memories and they fold them into any pattern they want to. I have friends who enjoy these little talks, who laugh and ask "Have you ever tried ... and give me a story of their own prescription drug use. And my hands shake, and I wake up at 4 to get water, and I dream seroquel''s brand of unreality. But so do these friends. And we talk about drugs. And psychiatrists, and family history, and there''s humor in it I wouldn''t have seen by myself. It''s a side effect not listed on the bottles.... |