I thought maybe the increase in meds wasn"t enough to take care of the breakthrough voices, though I hadn"t seen visions for a couple of months until fairly recently. I still counted, but that was OCD and not schizophrenia, so maybe the antipsychotic didn"t do well for the counting. I thought Dr. Blanche might be able to figure something out, so the next day I phoned his office and made an appointment to come in for some fine-tuning.
A couple days later I was on the ferry again, headed for Campbell River and my psych"s office. He was real good about seeing me when I needed it. Guess he wasn"t too impressed with my stint on the streets when my mother was alive. So now that I was a contributing member of society he seemed very happy with my progress, and would say so now and then. I"d stuck
