I Ain't Craze, Are You?

I Ain't Craze, Are you?

   I want the public to decide who is crazy I or the doctor.  I say the docs crazy and she says I am crazy.  Here's the story: 
     I went to see my doctor and decided to be who I really was: a talkative guy with a sense of humor. The doc told me one day, "I like to get to know as much about my patients as I can." So, since she asked for it I decided to show her the real me, up until that time I had been acting like a good softly spoken patient. In other words she was controlling me.

  After a long oration, my usual style, which was overflowing with information and wisdom, she even gave me extra time because she was interested in me: not for what I was saying but only from a calculating doctor physiologists point of view.  During our one sided conversation she excuse herself ,and left the room, coming back with a registered nurse and said you don't mind if my nurse sits in.
   I said is was OK with me.   The nurse stood around listening  and observing me.  I believed the doc had  told her that she had a real nut case and she wanted her, the nurse to observe me and gain some experience of what a real nut case acts like.  It was on the job training. I was on stage and didn't know it. 
   When I got the electronic records she had written, for the record, that I was cognitively impaired, had delusion of grander and did not-get this-act according to the situation. The doctor meant that I did not act like a patient.
     Now here I am running around with some mental conditions that I never knew about. I feel good and begin to think what business was it of the doctor to put into the electronic records, in a negative way, the character traits that are my normal personality.  I am one of the last of the raconteurs. I just enjoy talking and I am the master of the riposte and nobodies fool. 
     I’ll tell you the truth I think that the doctor is cognitively impaired and probably needed to see a psychologist.  If she can have her opinion so can I because I Ain't craze or stupid. When I think back it was amusing.   I chuckle about it now.
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1 Response Jul 24, 2010

Companera or companera destiny24:<br />
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I have never conformed. This society has produced a population of dull boring people who have no purpose in lif'e, i am not one of those. i am fast on my feet as Muhammad Ali, the master of the reposte but I respond to kindness just like a little puppy. And i like your words and the way you don't pretend. <br />
Heres a cat (they are our furry brothers and sisters) story for you. <br />
<br />
The Magical Babalu<br />
Orlando Lujan Martinez IWA<br />
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Edmundo Serano is a gentle man and a doer of good deeds, who is always looking for the opportunity to do another good deed. Edmundo, for the most part, is satisfied with life, and has learned to cope with its ups and downs, sad and happy moments, discouragement's, set backs and regrets. He found out that to forgive and forget is the best way to cope with these problems but one regret continued to haunt him for years after it happened. A regret he thought needed redemption and forgiveness from God before he could have peace of mind. <br />
It-the recipient of Edmundos good deed and the cause of his regret- appeared one night as casually as a new snow fall. It- the happenstance-caused Edmundo such great sorrow that he would try not to think about it. When he did his eyes filled with tears of remorse. He sometimes thought he was to blame but then at other times wasn’t sure if he was to blame at all. <br />
Rows of icicles hung from the gutters and gables of houses in the bitter cold snowy night A flume of frosted vapor, from a roof top vent, floated up into the crystal cloudless sky where a gorgeous white winter moon rested in the stars. When Edmundo returned from dinner, it was late in the evening and the streets were empty. <br />
When Edmundo opened the front door he felt a little push against the bottom of the door. He looked down and seen a big gray Manx cat, with no tail, trying to push his head through the crack of the slightly opened front door. The cat wanted to get out of the cold so Edmundo opened the door and let the cat go in. <br />
It was obvious, from the cats handsome well kept appearance, it came from a good home where it was well fed and loved. Edmundo wonder what kind of strange circumstances brought, by happenstance, this unusual cat to his door. Edmundo named him Babalu, a word from a Desi Arnez Cuban song. Ai Babalu ia a Babalu ia is a line he remembered from the song. Babalu means "holiness" if the Afro/ Cuban Santeria religion.<br />
Babalu gracefully walked around the house, purring and rubbing against the furniture and Edmundo’s legs thanking him for bringing him out of the bitter cold. It was the loudest purr Edmundo had ever heard. It was the purr of a contented cat. Years later, through the mist of time, it occur to him that Babalu was mystical cat, and perhaps a messenger from other portals. <br />
When Edmundo returned from work, the moment he set foot in the door there would be Babalu, in the same place every day, across the living room purring and rubbing against the couch. Edmundo guessed Babalu watched for his return from a window and then would go to greet him. He was perfectly content, peaceful and as Edmundo, recalled later, had a sacred and artistic nature. <br />
One evening Edmundo sat in the cozy warmth of his house reading and listening to the song To Dream the Impossible Dream from the Broadway musical Man From la Mancha. Babalu purr loudly and rub against Edmundo's legs but on this evening Babalu’s loud purring and unconditional love annoyed Edmundo, for some strange reason, and the innocent Babalu became the recipient of that discontent. Edmundo (on the way to his regret) picked Babalu up, and remember the words he said forty years later, “Okay, okay, that’s enough,” and put him out into the bitter cold night. And alas, alas, the innocent Babalu did not know why he was put out of the warm comfortable house. <br />
Edmundo didn’t put Babalu out because of cruelness but, he realize later, it was just a way to get rid of the purring and...perhaps... ( part of the dreadful regret) the unconditional love that it represented. Babalu became the victim of a spontaneous reaction Edmundo could not control because it came from a deep seated punitive emotion established long ago. Edmundo had, without knowing why, renounce Babalu’s love. The night Edmundo carried the purring Babalu (he thought Edmundo’s touch was affectionate) to the door and put him out it was fifteen degrees below zero. Edmundo had mistakenly though Babalu would be okay because his fur would keep him warm. Years later Babalu’s warm fur and purring would haunt Edmundo. Leaving Edmundo confused and full of regret because he wasn’t a mean man and was, in a sense, as innocent as Babalu. <br />
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Babalu disappeared for a couple of days until one morning Edmundo’s father told him Babalu was by the side of the house. Edmundo went to look and found Babalu sitting in the bitter cold in a patch of bright winter sunshine, leaning against the house, to sick to move but the moment Babalu seen Edmundo- his friend- he started to purr. When Edmundo remember that moment later ( and the glorious winter day) it broke his heart and he was grief stricken and wept. Edmundo took Babalu to a veterinarian toId him that Babalu had an advance case of pneumonia, and couldn’t be saved. So the beloved ( Edmundo discover his love for Babalu that fateful day) Babalu was put to sleep. Ai Babalu ia a Babalu ia. It was a tragic end for the mystical innocent Babalu. But Edmundo was as innocent as Babalu because he was the helpless victim of a condition reaction and did not know, a simple thoughtlessness, would have such fatal consequences for Babalu.<br />
Years later on a cold winter evening a neighbor knocked on Edmundo's door and told him she seen a mother carrying a kitten go under his porch. He looked under the porch and in the flashlight beam a cute white kitten was looking over a pile of rags. Edmundo knew when the real cold weather arrived the kitten would freeze to death. (Maybe he thought of that because of Babalu.) So he crawled under the porch got the kitten and took it in the house. He put the kitten, who could barely walk, by the open kitchen door and braced open the screen door. <br />
It wasn’t long before the kittens mother looked in the door, then cautiously went to her kitten, and that is when Edmundo close the door, trapping her inside. Edmundo named the kitten Bucky Linn. Finding them homes would be another of his good deeds. And then he remembered what a recipient, of one of his good deeds had said in a letter to him, “...the giver becomes part of something vast and beautiful...” <br />
Edmundo gave the little kitten Bucky Linn and her mother a lot of kindness that might have been to make up for what he didn’t give the mystical Babalu. They slept in a comfortable box next to the stove until Bucky Linn was weaned. Then Edmundo and a friend, Kimi Jackson, found Bucky Linn a home with a lawyer and his mother went to live with a couple on a farm. It was a happy ending for all. And the mystical sacred and artistic Babalu, watching from the memories of Edmundo’s mind, was proud of him and started to purr and Edmundo's regret vanish. Ai Babalu ia ai Babalu ia .