how to win a civil war between your ears...

in the last week i've had 7 strokes...3 ranking on the major oscar award winning scale...
they're not strokes, says the well dressed physician in a voice that makes my eyes fight to cross...i'm just high strung, while my arms vibrate and hum and i clench my calves to keep from breaking the soothing pictures of mountainscapes scattered around the room...i just need therapy...and pills...and to make piles of the things that stress me out...and then categorize the piles...and then methodically pick thru them and eliminate the things i can't beat...but i'm sure what he's telling me to do borders on obsessive compulsive behavior and that seems contradictory...also, i'm not sure, because i need to do more research, but i don't think the salvation army accepts the donations i would like to give...
dusting a television set gives me a panic attack...watering my cherubic basil plants gives me a panic attack...returning embarassing redbox vids at strange hours to avoid being seen lands me in a full swing, red alert, axis tilting panic attack...
yesterday amidst several heaping piles of black lab hair and pink sequins i collapsed in the living room of my friend's house...i feebly army crawled to the base of her now mountainous toilet and with 30 to 40 panting sweat laden swear words managed to deposit a root beer and some bagel safely within the bowl...
what i wild and mischevious little imp the brain is...
that's a baby i might just shake...