The relationship with time

 So much is talked about relationshios nowadays, but one is missing. That with time.

In my second internation I was subject to high doses of haldol. The side effects and the main effects are both very unpleasant. What leaves you just one option:to wait.

But time doesn´t pass. Five minutes are like an hour. There might be some activities to do in the hospital, and they help a little, but only a little. I would do always the same painting. An imitation of the arab alphabet, which was easy and produced some aesthetics. Let´s say ten minutes were like an hour during the activitie.

It is sad. But even sadder. Because there have been almost thirty years from this internation, and I still feel sometimes like time doesn´t pass.

When I brush my teeth, usually I keep an eye on the whatch. I can not stop before two minutes. If I do that, my father will die. It is odd, I know.

It is often difficult to wait for the bus in the bus stop. To alleviate, sometimes I get out of home an hour earlier than needed.

There´s not much we can do about. Try to play chess perhaps, or take a dose of biperiden.

This is a subject yet to be studied. When there´s no affliction with time, that can be a very pleasant situation.