Forgot to Take Her Lithium

Posted on February 20, 2007 in Biography Psychotropics Reading

From [[Patty Duke|Patty Duke’s]] (or rather Anna Marie Duke’s) autobiography Call Me Anna:

One night, a few months after I’d begun with [[Lithium_pharmacology|Lithium]], it was around midnight and I kept hearing a thumping from the wall my bedroom shares with [[Sean Astin|Sean’s]]. I opened the door and I saw a person half-in and half-out of Sean’s window, and I let go with the most blood-curdling, unearthly scream I have ever produced. The person dropped to the ground and I ran to the front door and started screaming “Call the police, call the police!” Then, as the intruder fled around the corner, I recognized his shirt and realized it belong to one of Sean’s friends. Now I wanted to kill Sean because his friend had scared me to death. I started yelling, “Sean, you little shit, get up!” On my way to Sean’s room I ran smack into Mackenzie who was sobbing and howling, his whole body just racked with agony. I turned to him and said “It’s okay, it’s okay. I thought it was a burglar.” And he said, “A burglar? Oh, thank God! I thought you forgot to take your Lithium.”