Wise Madness
I’m an idiot. Eddie Barbash, the sax player in of Stay Human, The Late Show house band led by Jon Batiste has spend the summer hiking the entire length of the Appalachian Trail. I know Eddie from his days with the Tres Amigos, and try and catch him whenever he has a gig of his […]
I better get on this. I have to get out and see the psychiatrist today. I did something different, I ate breakfast before writing. Let’s see how I do with a tummy full of bacon. I was born and lived most of my life in Queens. I now live in the Bronx. My dream was […]
The Prozac is making such a difference. I created the On Your Radar event, contacted WFUV about promoting it, and even talked to the Hudson West Festival. I had totally frozen on that. I’m coming back to functionality. I’m even cooking better. Last night I had leftover barbecue country style ribs and made roasted potatoes with parmesan cheese. I haven’t done that in months. I’m feeling almost human.
My brain, body, and computer are all in various states of disrepair. That means postponing the entry I was planning on and addressing the disrepairs.
I didn’t leave the house yesterday. I might not leave today; yet I feel my mental health is improving. Perhaps the Prozac helps, maybe it’s just seeing both my therapist and my psychiatrist. It could just be time. In any even I was able to edit photos yesterday. That’s a start, I have some more difficult things to do but it’s something. The pictures are pretty good.
Welcome to a late-night edition of Wise Madness. The reason it’s late is part of what I’m going to write about. The other part, and the reason I’m not just waiting until tomorrow, is that today Dave Carter’s birthday.
I’ve finally reached the last day of Falcon Ridge. Let’s see if I can remember anything.
today I write about Saturday at Falcon Ridge.
You want to know about my adventures at the Emergency Room. Saturday night my left shoulder started hurting. Sunday it was worse. I could not hold my arm out to the left.
I knew exactly what I was going to write about today. Then today came, and I have no idea. I spent the day resting my joints. The shoulder still hurts like hell when I move it the wrong way. I might break down and go to the ER. I can walk to Montefiore from here. […]
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