Controlled crazy is being able to restrain from banging your head against the back of the BART seat even though that’s what every inch of your skull is begging you to do. It is humming quietly instead of screaming, the vibrating feeling in your throat can almost produce the same release. It’s when you pretend the tic that got past your sane-guard, a slashing motion under your left jaw, was just a weird way of scratching. Being controlled somedays takes a lot of physical and mental effort.
Why indeed! It is very annoying. I have a mini fucking pharmacy so I’ve worked out a simple method: I write the names & mg of the contents on the lids and for the one I take PRN I screw the lid on upside down:
The weird shaped Target one totally fucks up my system.
And its much harder to rip the personal information stickers off.
And its ugly.