Meds
Meds? No thanks.
That was Granny. To curb my anger she put me on guilt trips. I had so much animosity. Granny asked during a temper tantrum how I had so many friends sleeping at the hospital. Duh, I didn’t have a tbi! She thought guilt trips, billions, would fix my anger. She smoked 3 packs a day as if that wasn’t her meds. I told Dr I want to smoke. GRANNY oft pointed out how no friends came by like high school. So? They never saw each other either. Needing meds I was EXTREMELY temperamental. That made me look bad, but the pills felt like they were eating stored up anger. With the pills I stopped flying off the handle.
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