The Obscure

Strange Days

A lot of events led up to the strangeness of today, the first of which happened last Sunday, Easter Sunday, as I am sure we are all aware. I had a strange headache and I was feeling very, very weird. I was having little hallucinations and my body felt like it couldn't move. So, my dad took me to the emergency room. After years of living with me, my parents kind of take, "I have to go to the Emergency Room." at face value and just bring me.
So, apparently I had lithium toxicity, my lithium level was 109, 1 point away from dialysis. In laymen's terms, if I had taken one more dose of lithium, the Johnny Colón you have all grown to know and tolerate would be dead, and you'd have to get used to a Johnny Colón that spends most of his time decomposing in a coffin six feet underground. I'm sure it would be a pretty seamless change, I do a lot of that kind of thing as it is.
Also that weekend, my truck stopped working, entirely. Apparently one of the brake drums had melted like a year ago, and it somehow melted in such a way that my truck was still drivable, but only to someone who knew how to work bad brakes. Being taught how to drive in a vehicle with bad brakes, this came easily to me.
So today I had an appointment with my psychopharmacologist about the whole... lithium thing. I told her I was going off it, and all other psych meds, except for klonopin, which I need for seizures, and clonodine, which I need to sleep. I'm sick of mucking about with medications and shit. I didn't tell her that part.
Then I went to Revolutions, and I was so depressed about my truck and stuff that I spent 53 dollars on vinyls. Really good vinyls, but kind of pointless nonetheless. I did get Beggar's Banquet, though, which was my goal. And some other cool ones. So it wasn't a total loss.
Then I tried to drive me and my sister home. Here is where the strangeness begins. I don't know how many of you have tried to drive or maintain any sense of direction while suffering from lithium toxicity, but it isn't very easy. After a very, very long time I managed to drop her off at her Man's house and get myself home, after dropping some vinyls I had picked up for Tim because I thought he might like them at his house.
So I get home, and the mechanic (a friend of our family) who's name is Fred, calls me up and says that he got all the useless crap out of my wheel and axle and that he, "has no idea how or why, but the car still now drives exactly as it did before." Which is extremely strange, being as the entire brake and a lot of what hold the wheel and axle together is gone. I guess when the whole thing melted together it actually fused the brake fluid line shut, so the brakes for the three other wheels are still functional, it's just that the one with the melted brake isn't; but it wasn't before, anyway, so that's not a really big deal. So, what's wrong with my car was not repaired, but it has been returned to it's previous level of safety--which is, of course, no safety at all. So, slightly more illegal and a little bit lighter my truck returns to me. I still need to get a new one though, if a cop tagged me and somehow found out that I don't even have a brake on one of my wheels, they'd put me in irons.
So I am saving up for a new truck, or van, anything that is a Chevy and a stickshift that I can sleep in for the trip. Also, I think I am going to be admitted into a hospital tonight, or at least get my lithium levels checked out, because I feel like shit, and that is nothing compared to how I look.
That's all I have to say for right now. Oh, and the day seems a lot stranger when you look at the fact that I was hallucinating the whole time. That makes things a little weird.