Thursday, December 17, 2009

An Apple An Day

Does not work. Ever since I’ve got myself “settled in” Innocent Lamb hounds me all day long. She wants to run tests on me but I won’t let her. I keep telling her later, so instead I get grilled about how I feel, have experienced any usual pains, am I forgetful or klutzy. On and on, it’s really annoying.

I tell myself it's in the interest of science. My body is pumped full of all kinds of crap they've been giving me for years to change me at the molecular level and I have been beyond their care for several months. Surely there should be some kind of side effects from that, withdrawals or something. It never occurred to me until she started asking me these things. But her style of worry feels more like that of a mother and not a scientist. I can see that she is deeply concerned. When I blow her off she gets kinda angry in a rejected sort of way. I don't know, I can't explain it. There is nothing clinical about it.

In any case I feel totally normal. I feel like me, as much I know how that feels.

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