Outside the main pedestrian turnstile entrance, there are minibus taxis and touts, hawkers selling fresh fruit, vetkoek, fried chicken and so on. From time to time school buses spew forth uniformed trails of kids bustling to buy snacks.
There was an old woman sitting opposite me in the waiting room, grinding her teeth rapidly, but only the right hand side of her jaw. It sounded like frogs (or exceedingly teeny hippos, or a heron). The tempo was fairly constant, with an occasional variation, punctuating it. Granny got mad skills; she proved capable of laughing and talking and still grinding her choppers mightily at the same time. I wondered why she was there – I never found out though.
I wanted to punch her.
I didn’t punch her. Punching old ladies is frowned upon.
As for the stuff I was supposed to focus on… Eh, therapy hurt today and the outcome at this stage is still, “give clozapine a bit more time to settle, but if it’s untenable, we’ll switch to olanzapine.” Shrink two suggested I use positive affirmations. I felt like affirming her nose in with my positive fist.
After that, there was a two hour wait in the pharmacy, accompanied by the sound of grinding teeth… Yep, the grinding gogo was there too.
I got my pills with a side of panic and pessimism today.