Author Archives: Chicken Prince

About Chicken Prince

Sentient non-being entity.

I don’t need a reason.

Not dead yet, despite my best efforts.

Halfway through the second semester of uni, did nothing during the mid-term break due mainly to the rage-fueled fatigue of living under capitalism. It was stock-take at work that week you see, and despite having my availability quite clearly marked as UNAVAILABLE on Mondays, or the fact that I have no legal obligation to accept shifts outside of my contracted hours, they rostered me on for a 7am start that Monday without bothering to, you know, mention it to me. Luckily I checked the roster- which I usually don’t on account of the contract meaning my hours are always the same- and warned the others because: surprise! I’m not the only one they don’t respect enough to bother communicating with.

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Resistance is waning.

Spoke to the specialist surgeon regarding my dentist’s concerns and he does not think a biopsy is warranted at this point in time. For the moment I have a list of suspicious changes to keep an eye out for, and instructions to call him immediately if I notice any of them, but he suspects the most likely cause is a callus from repeated biting. To be fair, my dentist has been recommending a splint to relieve the biting for literally 10 years, it just so happens to cost $700 which I quite simply do not have.

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His mind is in a different place.

  Happy 2022. Somehow, I’m still alive.

The final leg of my Pregabalin tapering schedule was 25mg every second day, landing the final dose on Monday the 3rd of January.

In an unprecedented feat of emotional stability, of which I am inclined to accredit the overall lack of anti-convulsants:

The month of December was entirely devoid of inconsolable crying!

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The sleigh this year is heavier.

  Work allows staff members to wear holiday themed aprons in December, as long as they’re made out of the seasonal fabrics which are sold in-store.

In previous years I’d been too fucked up on anti-convulsants to feel anything other than apathetic about the idea, but motivation has come back online in their wake, so this year I took the offer to write-off a slice of gingerbread homespun and go absolutely ham with the tartan scraps in my stash.

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You’re split and uneven.

So, like…
I’m not saying tapering off pregabalin has cured my depression…

Pills that straightup make you wanna die.
Pills that straightup make you wanna die.

But it is entirely within the realms of possibility that I may have been experiencing one or two Side Effects™.

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