shout just let it on out
down we're reaching the town where we
don't have to stand around and look
over our shoulders
hell I never knew was what we made it
let's just take it slow IN THIS HOME ON ICE!
yesterday... was an exercise in patience for patients.
referrals from the awful hospital:
clinic 1 - closed for Jewish holiday
clinic 2 & 3 - robots answer the phone.
My next step in my endeavors was the ever-trusty internet, where I found an over-eager referral service. Dude wanted to make sure I was okay, and I just wanted info on where to go. So I got some numbers out of him, and called, called, called.
Alas, I was referred fourth-hand to Bellevue. Fifth-hand, I was sent to their Comprehensive Psychiatric Emergency Program. Sixth-hand, I was told to go to the walk-in clinic at 7:30 am today, because they only help the first 10 people that show up. I thought "cool," and went ice skating with Michelle.
We did skate. We did laugh. My hips, ankles, and lower back are paying for the un-atrophied activity that is gliding on metal over ice. The funny thing about it is that some people look like they're the best in the world at it, but they're all just going left the whole time. The rink is essentially an ice roundabout, and nobody dares go right. It's eerie. We still both have our teeth, though I doubt either of us are altogether intact. This is most assuredly my doing.
This a.m. I did get up and go to Bellvue after mayhaps 2 hours of sleep. I waited an hour only to find that they do not accept my insurance. Then I went back to work for the first time since...?
I tore through my daily nonsense, until I became impeded by an interview with a crazy old lady, and her very frustrated son, a rockabilly architect. This again, reminded me that I am going to be fine compared to the REALLY insane, but it dragged on for 2 hours. With thin patience, I ended it and went out for lunch at Mahmoun's and made an appointment to see a doctor on Saturday.
and so I might be getting somewhere.
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