Diary of a Disturbing Influence

First, the good news: I’m done with the semester. Second piece of good news: My eyes aren’t as dry anymore.

Now the bad news: I have a 2.8 GPA. Second piece of bad news: My psychiatrist thinks I have Tourette’s Syndrome.

Yes, that’s right. According to my psychiatrist, my facial and vocal tics aren’t due to my medication. I have a mild form of Tourette’s that only rears its ugly head when I am stressed. Since entering college, I’m stressed most of the time. Hence the sudden appearance of twitchy symptoms. Now, before you get excited let me clarify: I am not like Tourette’s Guy. When I say vocal tics, I mean change in tone or pitch. Every now and then I’ll make a sound, kind of like a hiccup, only I don’t have hiccups. I don’t scream obscenities. Thanks to my OCD, I do get the urge to do this. Thanks to my medication and some old-fashioned willpower, I don’t act on the urge. Anyway, I now have to go see a neurologist. I don’t want to see a neurologist and I will flip a shit if they put me in MRI tube thingy. However, a neurologist might be able to give me suggestions for dealing with this. It takes months to get an appointment with one, so even with my psychiatrist pulling strings for me I probably won’t get to see one until May.

 So. Let’s take stock. I have Bipolar Disorder II, rapid cycling; Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder with Trichotillomania, and mild Tourette’s Syndrome. I take Trileptal, Wellbutrin and Luvox. Ladies and gentlemen, I am beginning to understand why I am still single.