adjustments tender_square she said that before the last time i was in town he told her that he felt his anxiety getting worse. “i think i should get my meds adjusted,” he said. she thought it was a bad idea and told him so. “you’re already lethargic,” she argued. “if you take any more of it, you’re not going to be able to do anything.” he became upset, said that she was diminishing what he was feeling (and, really, how could she know the slow erosion of his mind?) “he’s been drinking more than usual,” she confided. he’s not supposed to drink at all, not on his medication. “his drinking and his anxiety have always gone hand-in-hand.” she buys him o5’s but he goes to the beer store and picks up cases of blue. and she can’t keep track of how many he’s had, not when she has so much to take care of; he tells her it’s two but the empties say more. he didn’t like that she attributed his state to the drinking but he’s cut back since. “the trouble is,” i remind her, “it’s always this cycle. he stops doing it for a while and then he always returns to it.” 220729 what's it to you? who go blather from