I need to go out today, but I need to write first. Why? I didn’t write yesterday. But why do I have to write at all? Because I love My Gentle Readers and don’t want to disappoint them.
It was my treatment plan day in therapy. My score on the depression test went from three last time up to eight. See what happens when you study kids? It’s nothing that I haven’t already discussed here and with my therapist. We are putting it down to depleted surge capacity. It’s getting to my upstairs neighbors too. Since I called ACS for them they have not fought nearly as much. Today it was so bad that I had call the police. I hate doing that, but I’d hate even more for somebody to get killed or hospitalized because I didn’t. The fight escalated just as I was expecting the call from my therapist. I made the executive decision to call 911 and call my therapist back when I was finished with them. That’s what I did and got her voicemail. As I was about to leave a message she called me, so I was on the phone with her live and her voicemail at the same time. Turns out that she called me late as she had something vital to do. It all worked out in the end. At the end of the call I had to let assure her that I was OK. She was right to ask. I’m good at faking it but honest when directly confronted. I am OK, you don’t need to worry either. I was worse last week but the questions on the evaluation cover the last two weeks.
I didn’t call anyone yesterday, but we had our On Your Radar post-mortem. Streaming it is new and we still have kinks to work out. I volunteered to learn new video editing skills. We have four weeks before the next edition I need to not procrastinate. It’s difficult for me to not procrastinate. Telling you gives me accountability, that’s one of my techniques for dealing with it. It doesn’t always work.
On the good side I secured a ticket for the J.P. Morgan library for next Friday afternoon. Joe Ravo’s jazz band is playing in the courtyard. I’m going with Allison, his wife. I get to hear live music, see a museum, and see friends, all at the same time. I was incredibly good and went online at 8 AM when they became available. I screwed up my MRI appointment so now I’m being extra careful. I’m going to the Museum of Modern Art on Wednesday. That also required getting online at the right time and securing a free ticket. These should help with the depression.
I should have written this much earlier. I want to get tested for coronavirus today before I go to the museums. I want to make sure I have the results before Wednesday. I will probably get them tomorrow, that’s how it worked last time, but I don’t want to chance it. Then I should go shopping but I’m guessing that I won’t. I might just pick up milk in the neighborhood. I miss the buses being free.
Time for me to get moving. The plan of action is shave, get dressed, walk to the test, then play it by ear. Maybe I’ll just take a walk. There are streaming concerts that I’d like to watch today but I’m trying to not plan my day around them. I have to get it into my head that my musician friends will not be crushed or even slightly disappointed that I missed a show. Now to get moving.
Wise Madness 