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Hi!
Yes, I'm making a double post today. my blog, my rules!
First Day
Yesterday was my first day with my new therapist, Paul. This really an adventure for me because the majority of therapists I've spoken to were female. Even when I had to deal with my Mom's doctors, they were all women.
Some of them were dumber than a pile of seagull poop. They claimed to be shrinks, but I personally wondered if they got their licenses from the backs of matchbook covers. Don't laugh, there used to be a time back in the day when I was young, you used to be able to get all kinds of things from matchbook covers. A preacher's license, a diploma, etc. All one had to do was fill in the cover and send it in. Now it's the internet. . . . . .
Anyway, I made sure I got enough sleep and woke up really early. I forgot this time of the year the sun doesn't rise until about 7 so I went on the computer and diddled around until 7, then went out. Stopped by Pathmark, then rushed home, washed, dressed and ran out.
Now, while I was at home I was burning up hot. So I only put on a t-shirt and a pair of long shorts and went up town. I was burning up all the way there so I did not feel the cold. Silly me should have at least taken a jacket. . . . . But NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Anyway, Paul turned out to be real nice. I just have to get used to Thursday Mornings instead of Wednesday afternoons. I also have to get used to his office. His office is on the same floor but is set up opposite of the way Mikki's was. I'm glad it has a lot more room though. Mikki's looked like a closet with a desk and two chairs in it. It always made me claustrophobic . . . . . . . .
We didn't talk that much. We went over some stuff, because the EPIC system was down. The EPIC system is a nationwide, computer data base that keeps all of your medical records in case you don't know. So yes, the government can easily access your records if need be.
Well, it was down so Paul and I simply went over some highlights of my therapy. That was what I was really worried about. If I went to another therapist I wanted it to be seamless. I didn't want to sit down and regurgitate the whole thing all over again. I may as well write a book. I've been thinking of doing that. But that is another story.
Anyway, the visit went well. I found out Paul plays the guitar, so I told him about my futile efforts to learn just tuning it. He told me to keep it up and let him know the progress. I haven't told him about my Tinitus yet. . . . .
On the way back home I FROZE! Stupid, stupid, stupid! I forgot my body would cool off and adjust to the office and when I came outside, GAAKKKKK!
Well, I hotfooted home. Well I had to stop at Trader Joe's first to buy food for kitties, water for me and ground beef for me ( I no longer buy ground beef from Pathmark. ). I had brought my own handy-dandy shopping bag and was so proud I was doing my thing for the environment.
I made it all the way until I got about a block away from home. As I was walking I kept hearing these ripping sounds. And I kept looking around and didn't see anything. The next thing I know, the whole BOTTOM of my re-usable shopping bag rips out and all of my purchases rolled all over the sidewalk! 4 half gallon bottles of water, 12 cans of cat food, 10 nutrition bars, 2 packs of ground beef and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeeee! No birdie tho.
Now, this is New York City, so not a soul helped me. No one ran up with a shopping bag to help me out or anything. In fact, this Chinese lady looked at me as if I was crazy picking my food up off the sidewalk. Was I supposed to leave it there? Not on your life bub!
Now, no matter where I go, I always carry two bags. My pooketbook and my knapsack if I'm going to work. If not, I always carry my tote bag ( or “busy bag” ) with my Kindle, a steno pad, an umbrella and a fan ( hot flashes are vicious you know ). I put the cans of cat food and meal bars in that. I had the meat in a plastic shopping bag, so I put two waters in there. And the last two I just carried loose. I came home looking like the Fish Monger's Wife. . . . . .
When I got home, I threw out the other so called reusable shopping bag I had bought. Now when I buy those bags I have to make shire their bottoms are sturdy. Me, I'm always bringing home HEAVY stuff!
Next time, I will just carry good old, reliable PLASTIC BAGS!
That was my day . . . . . . . . .
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