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Viscount Greenleaf Captain
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 Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:27 pm
Today (Friday 22nd of Dec, 2006) ms. Graphophobia has started treatment, in accordance with court order # 4574. She is taking pills for her insomnia. We've started her on Rozerem, expecting results immediatly. Side effects include (but are not limited to) optical insanity, seeing things that aren't there.
We wish Graphy the best of luck. If her behaviour fails to improve, she will be sent to the Happy Home for.. severe treatment. Please don't post here without the patient's permission.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:39 pm
[Table o' Contents]
One - Shop Post
Two - Table o' Contents
Three - Important Dates
Four - Graphophobia's Profile
Five - Rozerem, the Medication
Six - Roze, the Friend
Seven to Indefinate - Journal Entries/Reserved
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:42 pm
[Important Dates]
Friday, December 22nd, 2006 - Admitted into the Happy Home.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:44 pm
[Graphopia's Profile]
Real Name: Anissa Marie ------- {refuses to give surname}
Prefered Name: Graphophobia, Phobia, ect.
Age: 17
Birthday: April 17th, 1989
Likes: Reading, writing, anime, manga, animals, people, some alone time, sleeping, the internet, romance novels, pirates.
Dislikes: Caterpillars, her insomnia, being forced to be alone, stupidity in people, movies, animes, ect, ninjas, your mother, people without a sense of humor.
Personality: Phobia is very loud. Very loud. Her speaking voice, her actions, her aura... When she enters a room, you more than likely are aware of it. She pretends she's more confidant than she is, and as such, keeps a lot of her emotions inside. Which is particularly bad for her, since when she feels an emotion, she feels it to the nth degree. She's prone to being ridiculous and snarky, often coming across as sarcastic, and perhaps even aloof, if you catch her on a bad day. But more often than not she's rather friendly, and loves meeting new people, as they fascinate her.
Other: N/A at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:46 pm
[Rozerem - The Medication]
What is Insomnia?
Insomnia is characterized by an inability to sleep and/or to be incapable of remaining asleep for a reasonable period. Insomniacs typically complain of being unable to close their eyes or "rest their mind" for more than a few minutes at a time. Both organic and nonorganic insomnia constitute a sleep disorder. It is often caused by fear, stress, anxiety, medications, herbs, caffeine or sometimes for no apparent reason. An overactive mind or physical pain may also be causes. Finding the underlying cause of insomnia is usually necessary to cure it.
What is Rozerem?
Ramelteon, marketed as Rozerem by Takeda Pharmaceuticals North America, is the first in a new class of sleep agents that selectively binds to the melatonin receptors in the suprachiasmatic nucleus (SCN), versus binding to GABA-A receptors, such as with drugs like Ambien CR, Lunesta, and Sonata. Ramelteon is approved by the FDA for long-term use.
Ramelteon does not show any appreciable binding to GABA-A receptors, which are associated with anxiolytic, myorelaxant, and amnesic effects.
The most common side effects to Rozerem are drowsiness, dizziness, and fatigue.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:47 pm
[Roze, the Friend]
Given Name: Rozerem
Prefered Name: Roze
All other information is classified at this time.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:48 pm
[Day One]
"Well, this is just lovely, isn't it?" she asked aloud. No one else was in the room, of course. She was, after all, in an institution. Maybe not with padded walls and in a straight jacket, but the feeling of being watched, and that everything was somehow too steril was very prominent nonetheless. There was a simply cot-like bed against one wall- bolted to the floor, she noted with expressive brown eyes. Against another wall, below the only window in the room, which was covered with bars, was a desk with several very rounded-tip pens, and sheaf of paper sitting upon it'sd plastic-finish top. The other two walls- one with the only exit point on it- were blank. How borring. Of course, later tonight, when she tried to sleep, she would find plenty to look at. Differences in the paint job, cracks and dimples in the wall.
She was rather doubtful about the medication They put her on. She'd been on several supposed Insomnia 'cures', and none of them had worked, not in the least. Damn it, this sucked. At least at home she had her computer, her internet, and her books. Here... She had an unfamiliar and saddly blank surrounding to pick apart. Flopping back onto her bed, her short reddish-brown curls bouncing around her rouned face, she heaved a sigh. This was going to suck like eggs.
She suddenly sat up, eyeing the wall opposite of the one her bed was on, the one between the door-wall and the desk-wall. The entirely blank wall. Was that a caterpillar?
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:51 pm
[Day Two]
"Well, I feel rather silly..." Graph muttered to herself, making a face as she wrote down something of a make-shift journal down on the loose-leaf paper that she had found on her desk just yesterday.
Caterpillars. How ridiculous of me, she penned in her sloppy chicken scratch that she passed off as hand writing. I'm rather ashamed to even write this down, but I fear I'll actually turn crazy, being so alone in this place. It's so stupid that I was put in here for insomnia. If anything, the medicine made it worse. Once I finally did fall asleep, I dreamed such odd dreams... Pausing, she leaned back in her chair so that it was balanced upon two legs, rubbing at her tired eyes. Caterpillars were coming after me. The chair hit the ground with a thud, and she began to write in earnest, as if afraid that the ideads and thoughts and memories were going to slip through her mind and into oblivion, if she didn't get it all out.
Horrid, vicious creatures. They were of all shapes, types, and sizes... Little ones that wanted to crawl under my skin, to eat me from the inside out. Larger ones that wanted to nibble upon my fingers and toes, with others waiting to lap up whatever sort of liquids that might come from me. They were covered in coarse hair, or slimey and disgusting. I feel the need to vomit right now simply thinking about it. Phobia shivered, but couldn't seem to stop. And then, all of a sudden, it was if I had a... a gaurdian there to protect me. She was smaller than I, and came in a flurry of skirts and ribbons. I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to hug her close to me, and I did, and I safe, awake, in my bed. I'll never forget her, the way my little protector looked. I think I may love her.
Several hours later, after spending some time in front of the TV in the regretuflly empty Common Room, Graphophobia began to re-read what she had written, making a face at herself as she went.
"Look at this... Maybe I really am going crazy. I have to get out of here, and back to my apartment- back to my life. Being left alone with only my imagination is simply not a good thing." Tossing the papers into a waste basket, she sneered one last time at herself before going to take her medication. She'd never admit it, not even to herself, but she thought she heard the sound of soft weeping as she walked away from the journal papers.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:53 pm
[Day Seven]
I simply do not understand how such lovely, pure things as butterflies can come from such disgusting, obviously horrid creatures as caterpilars. It simply makes no sense. Graphophobia was finding herself once again scribbling away furiously on papers that would soon be thrown away because she couldn't stand the see the sight of her own insanity. My dreams have continued. I'm not sleeping any more than I was before, so this medication is obviously not working. And what's more, the little sleep that I do get is filled with the dreams... My little gaurdian, the little girl, she hasn't come back. All I have now is a butterfly, glorius in it's goodness. All I can do is hold onto it though, as the catepilars crawl up my legs, my arms, into my eyes and mouth. I can only hold on, and let the others have their way with me. At least I feel like I'll survive, when the butterfly is with me. But sometimes... Sometimes I'm alone again, and it's all so ******** horrible. I shiver even now, simply thinking of it. Signing her name at the bottom- her full name- she tossed the papers into the garbage can.
Sighing, she got up and stretched out her body, starting with her toes, and continuing on up. Damn, but she hated it here. But ever since a night nurse had come in on her screaming and raging about the catepilars- well, they weren't about to let her leave. Blinking red-rimmed brown eyes, she saw as her little tray of medication was pressed into the room. Sneering, she walked over to it, and picked up the little plastic cup with it's glarringly colored pills. With a sound of fury, flung it across the room, the pills bouncing and rattling along the ********> this," she growled low in her throat.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:08 pm
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