I Am Iron-y

The clinic I went to was stumped. We don't know why you keep going into manic episodes. You do so well when you're not sick. We've got you on high doses of Seroquel, I'm not sure why you're not sleeping. Where did you get those bruises around your neck? Neeta, I think you need a new doctor. That clinic doesn't know shit. Neeta, you need counseling. Neeta, if you get sick one more time...Pick up my dry cleaning or it is 9 years fucking over. Neeta, is the house tip-top? Neeta, I'm going to have a heart attack because of your shit. Neeta, where's my weed money? You can't smoke until I get it cleared from your doctor, you gold digger. Neeta, I'll pay for your teeth and the jaw surgery. Neeta, times are tight, I'm going to need you to handle it yourself. Get a credit card. Neeta, Neeta, Neeta. Doctor: you're over stressed and need a break. Neeta, these fucking doctors don't give a shit about you. Neeta, I am your caregiver and you should listen to me. Neeta. Shovel the drive before I get home. This is your off day. Here's a list of what you've got to do today, like everyday. Neeta, I'm just keeping you busy so you don't go out there and get yourself raped. Neeta, when we're not in contact I worry about your behavior. I don't give a fuck Neeta if you've got to edge the grass with scissors, fucking do it. Neeta, you look so good sucking that big fat dick. I says, really?