#6 – Special K part one

My Ketamine clinic smells like a field of lavender awash in a cup of beta-dine cinnamon hot toddy whiskey–why? I dunno, but I suspect it’s the super enticing kurig machine sitting on the side table as you walk into this very fancy upscale office, you know, the one calling your name but you cant’ have cause your fucking fasting cause it’s K-day (You fast for infusions or you’ll never stop throwing up, special K is an anesthetic after all, not just an EDM dance club party drug to chase with Ecstasy you know). It’s torture cause they got coffee pods with flavors even starbucks didn’t know existed.  And it’s weird cause there’s no surgery goin’ on behind that door with the push code lock on it, just syringes full of pure clinical grade Ketamine, the new front runner in a failed field of depression treatments that have included every antidepressant and mood stabilizer on the market. Fails, as far as I’m concerned, traditional antidepressants are total fails plus they make you fat as a house n’ lose your hair n’ rob you of your only other happy place–your orgasms.  Ketamine works on the brain in an entire different way, it works by repairing the glutamate receptors, one’s that are damaged from the very act of depression itself. Ketamine rebuilds and repairs, not masks, not covers up, plus it makes me horny, so there you go.

Anyway, the darn smells of this place don’t hit you in any distinct order when you walk in, it’s like wine tasting, all these different notes of fruit, dark chocolate and   pharmaceuticals caress or like, punch out your palette, but you gotta swish it around and make a really pensive ‘thinky’ face to truly get what the hell’s going on. I don’t know what the heck it smells like, but I like it. A Lot. And this clinic is kinda fancy, like I already told you, almost like a Beverly hills med-spa, I mean, I don’t know whether I’m coming in for my mental health or botox. We’re LA people after all, as in everyone in the clinic that lives in Los Angeles looks kinda fabulous, even if completely teetering on the ledge of utter emotional collapse, but not the one’s that fly in from North Dakota n’ stuff. Those people look about as bad as they feel–roadkill comes to mind here. And this is not a total put-down or surface’y observation only, see, this disease, the disease of mental unrest (I hate the follow up word ‘illness’ it has just such a weak ring to it) not only ravages your soul (it does), but your physical aging as well (500%). It’s the hormones released I suspect. Makes sense. If cortisol, adrenaline and all the other stress hormones that serve that life saving ‘fight or flight’ response when like, you are truly fighting for your life (supposedly a temporary state of urgency), are constantly dumped into your bloodstream 24 hours a day due the imaginary gun shoved in your mouth, well, your looks take a shit. A big one. I’m no doctor, but I know that much. I learned a lot in my anthropology class, what can I say, got an A.

When you witness someone who looks as bad as they feel, I dunno, you just get what this disease can do to your life. Clinical Depression sucks out your essence through your asshole, then makes you eat it back up, then you hit the repeat button. And the same thing happens over and over–an endless treadmill run you never get conditioned from. Just trashed. Unless you stop it. That’s what I’m doing at this fancy Ketamine clinic, saving myself from myself, just like all the other roadkill in here (the lovely LA one’s too, we’re all roadkill at this point regardless of the protective shellacking).  But man, if I owned this place, and trust me, I’m jealous AF right now that I don’t, like it’s already a cognitive med-spa for suicidal mental disorders n’ the like, but oh so easily could combine an esthetic approach as well. An add on option. Just hang in there, let me explain before you violently discredit me. So, if depression, anxiety and a fanatical urge to drink bleach have made you look like freeze dried gorilla shit, like your whole head sucks at this point, you see, getting an infusion of Ketamine to cover the mental side PLUS 24 units of botox and half a syringe of juvederm could work fucking miracles on the entire damn self. The inner and the outter, it’s symbiotic, it’s team work, it’s the fucking real one stop shop we’re always hearing is the way to go in life. A One stop shop and that’s all I’m gonna say on this.

Not Lisa though, she fuckin’ hates it. The smell I mean. You know Lisa by now, she’s my partner in crime, she get’s it, she’s up in it, she’s the one sending me inspirational quotes everyday from Buddha and his pals and jus’ like, keepin’ us both going I think. She walks the walk better than me, but I’m more messed up than she by far, so there’s that, but we are in the same boat together non the less. Sometimes it’s just a blessing to have someone you truly adore be in the same boat–life raft if you will, even if the roaring rapids your on end in a massive waterfall drop upon jagged rocks. Anyway, she can’t stand the clinic smell, I love it, so we differ on opinion there, but that’s in no way a slight to either one of us or the place, we are both in cahoots the shit is IV gold. Who cares if the joint smells like Santa and his Christmas crack? It works.

Both us girls on the K-train now, me first, I trail blazed, but she brought up the caboose and now the bitch is doing better than me. Can’t believe it. I’m so glad though, being in the throws of any mental disorder is nothing to get jealous about, and I can see how amazing these 6 infusions have been for her and another dear friend of mine suffering just a very difficult bout of ‘situational’ depression. It works for that too. Heck, I’m reading the young hot social media creator billionaire’s club are lining up to do Ketamine infusions to free up more creativity in their cluttered brains. Crazy. Kinda like a good mental douching. Great Idea if you ask me, and it’s super fun, the K psychedelic trips, or ‘dis-associative experience’s’ as it’s called clinically–I just get high as fuck n’ love it, so it’s again, a win win and your done in an hour.

Now listen, I’m not gonna say Ketamine is the answer to all problems, it’s not, but it sure does fix some damage you can’t just repair from deep breathing and a vegan diet, there’s some real observable science involved under a microscope here, and I’m all about science. But I’m still teetering, I’m still struggling, but it’s taken a big edge off.  I’m a harder case, however, in all areas of my physical being, always have been, always will be, I’m sorta a DNA marvel in that respect….it’s not that god hates me (I really should pray more, it’s true, in fact, I’m gonna pray my ass off as soon as I post this) but maybe my calling is more about some karma I gotta work out in this life or something. Maybe I killed a trillion baby squirrels n’ ate’em in my previous incarnation, maybe I was a dead beat dad n’ just fished a lot and didn’t pay child support. Who the hell knows, I sure don’t. But I’m not giving up, I got great kids to turn my bad karma around by being the best authentic selves they can and I’m behind them a million percent and they are the greatest most excellent things I’ve ever done in this life–in that respect, I win (this winning thing is very big with me today for some reason).

Stay tuned for next blog, that’s were I tell you about how great it is to get really high on Ketamine in a clinical setting and not get arrested for it.

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  1. Brilliant, funny and completely dead on and I would throw in poignant. Most of you keep writing this blog , you get it and been through it. Road kill, dead on!

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