I’m sitting here making myself depressed. That’s not good. Let’s see if blogging gets me out of this funk. For that to work I have to not write about what’s causing the funk. Can I get my brain to switch gears? Read on to find out. I’m writing on to find out. Let’s root for me. Yay team! Everybody do the wave!
Thanks to the ice storm my therapy was canceled. It was by phone, but she is not allowed to have a session with me from her home phone. We did talk a bit, but it was about the weather, not me. Despite the weather I decided go to CVS to pick up my prescriptions and just get out of the house. I dressed up in my full cold wet weather gear including my overshoes and brought an umbrella for the freezing rain. When I got to the sidewalk one of the building’s porters was salting the sidewalk and told me to be careful. I was wearing my rubber boots and was careful. I was walking where he hadn’t salted yet. At then end of my building the sidewalk gets a bit steeper, one block of concrete was significantly steeper than what I had been walking on. Normally I have never even noticed that. Yesterday as soon as my foot landed it shot out from under me and I fell on my rear end. The ice was as smooth as glass and impossible to get a purchase on. I looked at the bright side; the only thing I hurt was my dignity. In the process I proved I wasn’t old as old people get hurt when they fall, especially on concrete. Until I break my hip on a fall, I’m not old. I also not stupid. I turned right around and went in the house. It was not worth walking when the ground was so treacherous.
I was due for my infusion this morning. They called me a few days ago and told me that they had to reschedule, and it couldn’t be at the Moses campus that’s a few minutes away. It was switched to Wednesday at the place I went to when the entire Moses campus was dedicated to COVID-19 patients. It takes two buses to get to the other one. I looked on the bright side, it is also across the street from a good bagel store and a Stop & Shop. Then my brain glitched and I remembered that my appointment was at the other campus but forgot it was on Wednesday. I spent the Friday mentally prepared for going today. I finished the milk because I “knew” that I could pick it up after my infusion and before I made breakfast. I remembered to set my alarm to wake me up at eight so I could leave the house in time to make the appointment. I went to sleep too late but that’s no big deal as I can always nap while getting my infusion. This morning when the alarm went off, I did not let myself lay in bed I knew I had to get ready. Because if the ice storm I wanted to leave extra time for the trip. Fortunately, before I stood up, I remembered that the appointment was for Wednesday. Part of the problem is that I changed it on the calendar on my computer which syncs with my phone but for some reason the phone added the new appointment but never got rid of the old one. I got back under the covers and fell asleep. I was having nice dreams when the alarm woke me up and I had more when I awoke on my own. Too bad I can’t remember them.
Today did make it to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription and I stopped by the local overpriced supermarket for milk and a few other things that I had planned on getting at Stop & Shop. I think I’ll walk to Aldi tomorrow and get other things that I need cheaper and get my exercise. Autocorrect just stopped me from writing exercise with a z instead of an s. I have never gotten that straight. There are a few other words like that. Most of my mistakes are typos but there are a few words I have trouble spelling including many words that end ence, ance, ent, or ant. I’m just ignorant. Ignorant is one of the words I get right. Independence is one where it’s a coin flip.
I’m still a bit depressed. I’ll see if putting together this week’s Gord’s Gold makes me feel better. This depression is from external sources, I’m not beating myself up, but I know I can do a better job of resisting it just as I know how to dress for the cold. Just because it’s cold doesn’t mean I have to be cold. Just because something depressing happened doesn’t mean I have to be depressed. Speaking of the cold we were without heat until an hour ago. This time I remembered to put on my war slipper boots. I’m all toasty. That makes me feel good. Do you like them? Are you jealous? You should be. They are great. Before I work on the show, I’ll eat dinner; poutine is a powerful anti-depressant. Hey, I got that right, it’s an a not an e.
I almost forgot. Here is last’s week’s Gord’s Gold.
Wise Madness 