I Need My Pills!


I Need My Pills!

If I ever believed there may come a day when I would no longer need to be medicated for my B-Polar disorder this week has proved the fallacy of those beliefs. It has been just a little more than one year since my doctor put me on a regime of Lithium and Prozac, the double barreled shotgun of mental health medication. They are ancient, venerated, powerful, and oh so fucking effective.

I think that it is safe to say that this past year has been the happiest and most productive of my life. I also think it is safe to further say that my “Better Living through Chemistry” has had a lot to do with it.

Not to minimize the effect of last year’s “Scorched Earth” avalanche of blog essays.

I have never been without my meds since they were prescribed. This is a very important thing that you need to, nay must, remember. It is very easy my friends and enemies to become used to living normally. It is so easy that when I started feeling like my old bad self again it was horrible.

My medication ran out on Sunday.

I had requested a refill through my normally reliable pharmacy five days earlier. There has never been a problem getting my medication in all of the years that I have been having them filled there and I never expected that there would be.

There was.

When I called the pharmacy on Friday I was informed that there had been some kind of screw up. Honestly the brain dead jack hole I talked to never gave me a clear answer. The end result was that I would not be able to get any meds until I spoke with my doctor. My doctor’s office does not take request for refills from patients only from pharmacies thus leaving me in the proverbial pickle. I already had an appointment to see my doctor on Wednesday so I figured I could just tough it out for three days.

Boy was I wrong.

On Monday I was a little antsy. On Tuesday I was feeling irritable and having trouble sleeping. When I woke up this morning I was ready to rip my own skin off, attack the neighbors, take over a radio station, and declare myself the Lord Valley. The begin demanding tribute and sacrifices from all.

So I felt bad.

When I arrived at the doctor’s office this morning I was not well. When I told her what had happened she called the prescription in immediately. After leaving the office I collected my bottle of precious’s from the pharmacy and took one.

I feel better now seven hours later.

So let that be a lesson to you boils and ghouls, if I am off my meds stay away or be ready with the stun guns!

- Josh


Josh Hilden

When I was born on August 3, 1976 in the great state of Michigan the hills shook and the sky was swept with fire. These were portents of the greatness for my future that was written in the stars ... I'm still waiting for that greatness. My name is Josh Hilden and I am many things. I am a husband, a father, a son, a friend. These are all important things but at my core I am an artist and the medium that I work in is words. I am a writer of Horror, Science Fiction, Drama, and Role Playing Games. I worked for Palladium Books (www.palladiumbooks.com) and Third Eye Games (www.thirdeyegames.net) before striking out on my own and founding a small press publishing company Gorillas with Scissors Press (www.gwspress.com). I also work for Fat Goblin Games (www.fatgoblingames.com). In the everyday world I can be found spending time with my family and friends. I have been married to my lovely wife Karen since 1996 and we have six amazing children. We tend to be a family of unabashed geeks and gamers who were geek before geek was chic. If you are really interested in me I am very active online with a personal and a writing blog along with a plethora of social media outlets. If you have any questions or just want to chat hit me up!