WARNING : Scary bummer ending.
Woke up with that song playing in my head, so I thought I would share, both because it’s an excellent piece of animation you really should see and so that now the musicwill be stuck in your head TOO.
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Today was supposed to be Therapy Thursday, but the therapy never happened.
Normally it’s at 1 pm. That time came and went/ Then the phone rang at 1:15 pm.
It was my therapist, Doctor Avrum Costin. Turns out he took his car into a repair shop and there were complications so he was stuck there.
After all, they had his car. He couldn’t get home without it.
And he couldn’t do my therapy from the shop because he had zero privacy and that would violate the therapist/client bond.
Personally, I could not give less of a shit if strangers hear one half of our conversation. They wouldn’t learn anything anyhow, and even if they did, what would they even do with that information?
But whatever. I didn’t think of any of that before he hung up. Of course. We agreed that he would call me back at 3 pm.
That was a little problematic because I usually eat lunch and blog around 3 pm. So this would be a sudden and unexpected disruption of my routine.
And I hate that kind of thing. Grr.
But not being an Aspie, I am not going to have a shrieking hissy fit over it. I was totally gonna just roll with it.
But he didn’t call. Not at all. Drove me up the wall.
Excuse me while I take my anti-speaking in rhyme pills.
You know what they say, there’s a treatment but there’s no cure, so once you have the disease it will be with you for the rest of your life.
Anyhow, he didn’t call. And I know what I was supposed to do in that circumstance – call HIM and ask wassup.
But that didn’t occur to me. I suspect my social anxiety and general timidity got in the way and pre-rejected the notion.
In fact, it took me till just now to think he might have emailed me.
Yes,, I have my therapist’s email address and he has mine. And I am so tempted to go all “What About Bob?” on him, but I resist.
Otherwise I would be emailing him every introspective navel-gazing though in my head as well as copy/pasting every damn blog entry to him every day.
He even told me once not to worry about that and to email him whenever I wanted.
Oh Doc,. ye know not what ye sayeth.
What else… oh, the cushion and I continue to adjust to one another. My butt takes more time to start hurting every day and hopefully one of these day it will just plain forget.
But don’t worry…. the cushion itself will remember..
After all., it’s made of memory foam!
I feel known.
More after the break.
Take it out for a spin
Slept through sunset again. Tried to resist it but my body had other plans and got to the “lay down or fall down” state with alarming speed at around 5:30 pm.
Woke up at around 9 pm. Thought, oh crap. I better get eating and blogging beccause I am an hour late!
Took a while to get out of bed. My body did not want me to get up. I almost had to break out the electric cattle prod.
But finally I get up, head to the bathroom to refill my water glass…. and discover I am pretty darn dizzy.
Oh lovely., This shit again.
There goes my plans to go to the kitchen and fetch food. It would be way too dangerous anbd difficult in this state. I’m just going to have to improvise a meal from the stuff I keep here in my room with me.
And hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. In the recent past, my dizzy spells have all been due to dehydration and so hopefully the water I am drinking as I tippity tap type to you wonderful people will make the world stop spinning before midnight so I can hang out and watch stuff and eat my usual midnight snack without bouncing off the walls.
This dizziness feels different, though. It seems to be located in my temples rather than the usual inner ear route.
Dunno what that means but it doesn’t sound too good, does it?
I do not approve.
And while we’re on the subject of my deteriorating flesh, I am freaking out some about an incident from earlier tonight.
Lately, I have been getting the feeling of not being done when I pee. Not every time but a lot of the time. Feels like there’s still liquid somewhere between bladder and urethral opening, and I just can’t pee it out.
That’s a bad sign.. One I’ve been warned to look out for.
So I was already worried.
But earlier tonight, one of the things (along with incontinence) I was told over and over to keep an eye out for the most : I felt the need to pee, but just…couldn’t.
Uh oh. That’s real bad.
I stood there for at least five minute just willing my system to start discharging waste water but I got the distinct feeling of my body trying but there was something bunged up in there and trying to force it was like trying to start a seized engine.
Obviously, this is serious shit. I need to be able to pee. It’s kind of important.
So an awful lot is riding on the next time I feel the need to pee. Hopefully, it’s that my earlier need to pee that was fake – just a sign of an irritated bladder – and the next time I will pee just fine.
I just drank a liter of water, so we will see what happens.
Obviously, if I don’t pee some time soonish, I am going to have to go to the ER. Being unable to pee is not something you ignore. I might have to go.
I sure hope not, though. I hate the frigging ER. It’s secular purgatory.
But I have a very worrisome cramping feeling in my lower waterworks that tells me bad shit is going to happen… and I don’t like it.
I’m worried I might have a stone somewhere. Which would be Bad.
Hopefully I will pee that liter of water out soon and this will go back to being something to go see my GP about.
Only after this incident, I will actually do it.
I will see you nice people again tomorrow.