I have this little trick I use to get through work. When I first started working in town, I brought a book with me (specifically, The Other Mrs Smith) but they told me I could not have any reading materials at my desk. I notice that my coworkers bring toy balls they toss into the air when they’re not taking calls, or play with children’s gadgets. While tossing a ball might help one’s agility and coordination, I know I would lose interest in that very quickly (and of course, drop the ball).
So I had to put away the book. I was disheartened. I do not like to waste even a minute of my time these days. Life is precious. How could I get around this?
I had recently purchased Bruce Levine’s book called Resisting Illegitimate Authority. I found out how to print out Kindle books. Now Kindle books are DRM-protected, but I learned how to get around the DRM so I could print out the book onto printer paper. Now, I had pages of this document which I bring, piece by piece, to work. I slip the pages into my work notebook, a loose-leaf notebook full of instructions for us phone agents.
Now, I defy authority as I sit there reading Bruce’s book. Not only do I love the book but I am living anti-authoritarianism. Yes it is worth a chuckle or two. I’m about halfway through now and have already reviewed it on Amazon. You can go check out my review if you would like.
I love writing more than I love reading, because sometimes reading seems too passive to me. But I would rather sit and read than sit and watch TV or otherwise waste time. I used to bring books to read or bring my knitting when I had to wait in a shrink’s waiting room because I didn’t want to waste my mind mindlessly sitting there. Or I brought my writing.
What do people do in waiting rooms? Sit there like zombies watching the tube (which advertises all kinds of “ask your doctor” type stuff) or read some magazine there, either consumer medical propaganda or children’s mags. “How to manage your blood pressure.” Hmm…maybe exercise or stop the drugs that cause it?
Or they sit there and talk to their spouses. I hear so often, “Why don’t you listen to the doctor, dear?” and that makes me sad. Elders helping each other ambulate. Husbands who carry their wives’ pocketbooks because they no longer have the strength to carry them themselves. I find this terribly depressing.
Many play with their cellular telephones, playing games on the phones or checking Facebook. I generally don’t recall people blasting music into their ears in waiting rooms, ruining their hearing…..
I remember some of those larger waiting rooms with many people in them. I used to look around and noted I was the only one doing something constructive. Some people fell asleep, bored or tired from the drugs.
The last time I was in a waiting room of any sort was when I was waiting to see someone I was consulting about my tax return. That wasn’t depressing like a doctor waiting room. I wonder why.
Next on my reading list is Joanna Moncrieff’s The Bitterest Pills. I am hoping to find the specific mechanism that causes antipsychotic drugs to wreck a person’s ability to sleep. Which organ do they damage? If I could find this out I could work on healing it. Right now I am just grasping at straws and very tired of that approach. “Brain damage” is too vague for me. Is it in the endocrine system? I would like answers at this point and so I can devise a way to tackle this. I don’t see any answers on in the drug withdrawal forums and I do not think, in this instance, that simply tapering off the drugs will effectively bring back one’s ability to sleep. I think one needs to know what was damaged. If I knew I could work on healing it directly.