That there was a short time in my senior year in college where I at times couldn't stop laughing or crying but I was still attending school. Sometimes I would just run out of the room. Finally I called my parents both laughing crying and saying I need help. They drove in the next day from connecticut and took me to one psychiatrist who was going away for a bit and said I to be hospitalized even though i was making perfect sense.
my father said no and took me to another one.He just said I was overtired and prescribed thorazine and a sleeping pill and agreed to see me every week. that was the only day of school I missed. I was a latin major and taking some greek. what a difference. with that medication it was so much harder to translate. one of my classes was a graduate course and i had to translate a play of Plautus a week-not too difficult. I graduated with the rest of my class.
bobby