I Was Going to Join the Intergalactic Police but the Doctor Changed My Meds

The Intergalactic Kitchen
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I remember reading a novel about a woman who traveled through space and time only to learn at the end of the book that she was a mental patient. I remember thinking, well that sucks, she was a really interesting person. The stories that my peers tell me at work have touches of humor, even though I’m not really an Al-Qaeda  operative the way they think I am. I often respond with a story out of right center field. When they ask whether the story is true, I tell an even more bizarre story. Or if I hear someone rambling on about something rattling around in their brain, I advice their listeners to just play along.

The truth is, that so many of the things that happen to us as we survive the mental health system are so absurd that the best response may be with humor. I once lived with a woman who decided one day to give away the chicken in our refridgerator to the poor. The fact we were flat broke did not occur to her. There had to be some deserving soul going without food somewhere else in Milwaukee and it was her responsibility to help that person. When I came home and she told me what she had done I nearly through my glasses out the window. It was probably one of the most absurd things that had ever happened to me.

But you know what? We didn’t starve and someone in our neighborhood ate well that night. The point is not to fear the softer side of sometimes living in an alternate reality. I would hate to think that if I told my psychiatrist about wanting to join the intergalactic police he would automatically decide that I needed some new medication. Instead, I would like someone to explore the meaning that such a statement held for me. As it happens I watch a lot of science fiction shows including all the versions of Star Trek. I interpret these programs as commentaries on our modern society. And I thought Lt. Ohura was the hottest woman I had ever seen in my youth.

I encourage peer specialists, friends and family of persons exploring our minds to travel with us sometimes, strap on intergalactic travel suits and learn what these thoughts really mean. You may be the best placebo in the world.

Issues in Mental Health Nursing
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6 thoughts on “I Was Going to Join the Intergalactic Police but the Doctor Changed My Meds

  1. It’s important to deal with any problem in life with humor and forgiveness of ourselves and others for the strange things that can happen in our lives. I feel for that lady friend, and for you. I once cleaned out my husbands garage by having a garage sell while he was at work. I had a reaction to prednisone. Its always good to know other people can laugh at their nuttiness as well.


  2. I appreciated your blog. I would have been like your room-mate, I would have given the chicken to a needy person.

    I worked in a homeless shelter for 4 years, and when I left, I did not miss it. But, I am still concerned about the mental health system. I always worry–are they eating properly, is anyone checking on them, do they question the medicine they are taking? Is there alternative?

    I am starting a group on internet. Did you read Brodie’s book on “Virus of the Mind.” I did not know it, but in two instances at least, I infected other people’s mind—-to the good. We were visiting prisons. You can not comment on a jail and/or prison, if you have not visited one?

    I can only work with three people at a time. I am 82, widowed ten years, and not computer literate. I had an email on yahoo for a year, and now I can not get in. I had to sign up again!! I signed up for facebook, but other people have same name as I do. I do not have a middle name. I typed charlest instead of Charles. It does not show up!

    If you are interested, drop me a note. Virus of the Mind. You can read some of it on Brodie’s homepage.

    I will follow your blog.
    Hello World!
    Tenn man Charles Hice
    Lebanon Ohio


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