Who's Crazy / My Psychopharmacologist and I

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Dan: Who's crazy, the husband or wife? Who's crazy to live their whole life Believing that somehow things aren't as bizarre as they are? Who's crazy, the one who can't cope? Or maybe, the one who'll still hope? The one who sees doctors or the one who just waits in the car? And I was a wild twenty-five And I loved a wife so alive But now I believe I would settle for one who can drive Dr. Fine: ...The round blue ones with food, but not with the oblong white ones. The white ones with the round yellow ones, but not the trapezoidal green ones. Split the green ones into thirds with a tiny chisel, use a mortar and pestle to grind... Diana: My psychopharmacologist and I It's like an odd romance: Intense and very intimate, we do our dance My psychopharmacologist and I Call it a lover's game He knows my deepest secrets, I know his name And though he'll never hold me He'll always take my calls It's truly like he told me Without a little lift, the ballerina falls (Do doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...) Dr. Fine: Goodman, Diana: Bipolar depressive with delusional episodes. Sixteen year history of medication. Adjustment after one week. Diana: I've got less anxiety but I have headaches, blurry vision, and I can't feel my toes. (Ahh, ahh, ahh) Dr. Fine: So we'll try again. Eventually, we'll get it right. Diana: Not a very exact science, is it? (Zoloft and Paxil and Buspar and Xanex Depakote, Klonopin, Ambien, Prozac Ativan calms me when I see the bills These are a few of my favorite pills) Diana: Ooh, Thank you, doctor, Valium is my favorite color. How'd you know? Dr. Fine: Goodman, Diana: Second adjustment after three weeks. Delusions less frequent, but depressive state worse. Diana: I'm nauseous and I'm constipated, completely lost my appetite and gained six pounds, which, you know, is just not fair. (May cause the following side effects, one or more: Dizziness, drowsiness, sexual dysfunction Headaches and tremors, nightmares and seizures Diarrhea, constipation, nervous laughter, palpitations Anxiousness, anger, exhaustion, insomnia, irritability Nausea, vomiting...) Diana: Odd and alarming sexual feelings (Oh, and one last thing: Use may be fatal, use may be fatal) Dr. Fine: Goodman, Diana: Third adjustment after five weeks. Reports continue: mild anxiety and some lingering depression. Diana: I now can't feel my fingers or my toes. I sweat profusely for no reason. Fortunately, I have absolutely no desire for sex. Although, whether that's the medicine or the marriage is anybody's guess. Dr. Fine: I'm sure it's the medicine. Diana: Oh, thank you, that's very sweet, but my husband's waiting in the car. Dan: Who's crazy, the one who's half gone? Or maybe, the one who holds on? Remembering when she was twenty and brilliant and bold And I was so young, and so dumb And now I am old And she was wicked and wired The sex was simply inspired Now there's no sex, she's depressed And me, I'm just tired, tired, tired, tired Who's crazy, the one who's uncured? Or maybe the one who's implored? The one who has treatment Or the one who just deals with the pain? Diana (overlapping): And though he'll never hold me He'll always taken my calls It's truly like he told me Without a lift, the ballerina falls My psychopharmacologist and I... He's at every sight I lie Without you I die My psychopharmacologist and I... (Wee-oo, wee-oo, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum...) Dan: They say love is blind... But believe me, love is insane Dr. Fine: Goodman, Diana: Seven weeks. Diana: I don't feel like myself. I mean, I don't feel anything. Dr. Fine: Hm. Patient stable.