and we’re a car full of chronics
on the way to wodonga
to see an authorised doctor
to get the clozapine renewed
beside me
she’s babbling in a balkan conversation
that needs no other speakers
but a fellow traveler
in the back of the car
is solicitous
are you alright
rosie dear
another guy with a german name
is pushing me beyond distraction
with a fiendish prattle that features
some interaction between cows
and scottish bagpipes
billy-boy completes the number
they’re playing in my head
through the use of applied philosophy
when he asks the question
frank
are you happy
~
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Frank Prem (
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Frank,
I’m trying to visualize that scene ! All I see is chaos.
I do have one question.
Why were the patients coming with you to get the clozapine renewed?
~Laura~
Absolute chaos, Laura. Clozapine is kill or cure medication and has to be strictly monitored - monthly bloods, monthly visits to a qualified doctor for review, monthly script for exact numbers of tablet by dose.
At the time we didn't have a qualified doctor in town, so these trips.
The real laugh was that the doctor AND his wife receptionist both showed classic signs of having been the beneficiaries of the tender mercies bestowed by our treatment system and associated institutions.
Very wacky, indeed.
Indeed!
Thank you for the explanation!
Bless you, my friend!
You have my admiration!
The question says it all.
Was a good one, GF. Threw me completely at the time.
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