The new medication means I don’t hear the photos anymore. I mean, I could, if I wanted. I could keep listening, if I wanted. I could listen harder, but I am trying to let the pictures be quiet so other sounds can come in. The medicine means I should be able to think more clearly. Or is that less clearly? I am not sure. Anyway, it’s supposed to make me better. I am waiting to be better. At least, better than I have been, better than before. It’s a waiting game; I am a waiter, would you like fries with that, haha.
