I spent most of yesterday afternoon in the emergency room. Early in the day, I called dad. "I need you now more than ever. Bring a Risperdal." I was too far gone though. Dad tried to nurse me through this, but when I lost motor control, he called the ambulance. It took hours for my memory to return and the whole ordeal is still kind of sketchy. Ya know? I've had a hard time with my mental illness lately. It keeps kicking me when I'm down. I pray I will have a reprieve today and a more normal day. Maggie, bless her heart, squealed for glee when I walked through my door to home yesterday afternoon. How's that for a welcoming committee?