As I drove in the car with Tim yesterday, my mind wandered to contemplating what crazy-fueled car behavior of his irritates me more – the times he chatters incessantly, or the times he sits catatonic, mouth agape, staring into nothingness for the entire drive. Yesterday I was treated to four solid hours of fly catching and breathing that sounded either like Darth Vader with a sinus problem or the snores of someone suffering from sleep apnea. I’ve asked doctors before if that hideous sound is the result of dystonia and I’ve been assured it’s not. I started to wonder, as it grated on my last nerve, if I need to have the psychiatrist drive him around for an hour and then give me his opinion again.
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