Posted on July 25, 2007 in Psychotropics Satire
What poor bipolar sufferer, having three days left in a thirty day supply of Risperdal, if he loses one of them, does not pull out a flashlight, sweep the kitchen, and search carefully until he finds it? When he finds it, he wakes his wife up and says “Rejoice with me for I have found the tablet I have lost.” Just so, I tell you that his wife will blink her eyes, grumble, roll over, and go back to sleep.