Sometimes you feel like a nut
PROVE IT, HERMY……
Now, unfortunately, is one of those times. Right now, Jack and Betty are too depressed to cope with being out. Jacky is somewhere not to be found, and we have not identified anything which could trigger him purposely. Piers is not likely to handle things well, as his temper is fused and ready to explode at a moment’s notice. Bill does not see how to react to what is going on. Thelma is sitting back, holding all of us, letting us know we can and will make it through.
Mikey’s hip flared up again, and we do not have enough money to pay for the accompanying prescription of Vicodin if we take him to the hospital. Tiffany called us today to let us know they are auctioning our things in storage in California this weekend. Lola had an upsetting visit with Malcolm today. Things seem so down that it is difficult (yet not impossible) to stay up ourselves. This body is remarkably tired, as if exhaustion has decided to take up residence in said body of Herman Forstmann.
Frankly spoken, I am at much of a loss, as well. The seemingly never-ending exhaustion has us all puzzled. Jack and Betty, as mentioned before, are depressed, because the more tired we become, the less we handle tasks that need to be taken care of. The less we accomplish, the more the sense of worthlessness grows. That leads to a vicious cycle of more and more depression, which no doubt takes an even greater toll on the body.
Our next doctor appointment is July 6, and that seems as if it will never arrive, though I know it will, eventually.
Mikey said something under his breath earlier. Jacky had been out to deal with the depression, but the utterance at such a low volume level panicked Louis and Oscar, the two children of the body, and Louis flew to the front. He played music and talked to Mikey only on the private messenger we use. If we could figure a way to trigger Jacky, all would be well, because he is confident and hard to drag down.
Say some more about me! I think we just found our trigger, Auntie Dear. Flatter me, and I will make my way out. After all, in this body, I AM ego. So when you need me, call me, flatter me, and POOF, I will have arisen before you know it (and with the amazing flair and style to which I have forced everyone to become accustomed lol)!
As for the girls, don’t worry! We’ll eventually know what to do. Why hit your head against a brick wall when you can just sit back, relax, and take it one minute at a time? Seems trite, but hey, if it’s what works, right? Right-o!
Gotta be outta here. Music is flowing through my head, and I must capture it (by composing it) before it flies out, never to be heard again!
Ciao bambinos!
Jacky