When I woke up this morning sick with diarrhea I had no beer in the apartment, so I decided to try to go a day without. At around six I broke down and walked to the liquor store for a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. By 11:30 p.m. I hadn't eaten anything today but a bowl of Campbell's soup, a 7-Eleven microwave burrito, and a few potato chips. I had already drunken three beers on an empty stomach and was starting to feel sick, so I heated a can of baked beans to settle my stomach. Now I'm feeling no better. My stomach is still queasy and my hands are shaking from all the Loxapine I take. I just ate a few antacids and gazed emptily for a couple moments at the giant bottle of Pepto-Bismol I finished off this morning. My hands are still shaking, my stomach still feels like a queasy, acidic mess. Those medications might as well be artificial Parkinson's. Every day I walk down the street, my tongue moving uncontrollably out of my mouth at every passerby, as if I am making some crude come-on. It's called tardive dyskenesia, a side effect of antipsychotic medication; and it's usually a permanent, incurable condition, even after you come off the medication. I try to keep my dancing tongue from actually coming out of my mouth, to lessen the visual impact on people; but it doesn't always work.