Tuesday Is Chooseday
Would you rather:
- meet willy wonka OR ghandi? Ghandi. i don’t particularly care for Willy Wonka candy.
- chug a full bottle of pepto-bismol OR drink two gallons of whole milk? Pepto-Bismol.
- be on the receiving end of an atomic wedgie OR purple nurple? i don’t know. purple nurple?
- watch a movie marathon of all of pauly shore’s films OR ian mckellen’s films? definitely ian mckellen. without a doubt.
yesterday was a complete waste of a day. if i had any inkling whatsoever that i’d make it to martial arts, that was completely shattered when i woke up just in time for class to begin. so much for that. because i woke up so late (11:30am), i felt like i did absolutely nothing because i just couldn’t get moving. i’ve had slow starts for the last several days, and by the time i finally get moving, it’s like 5pm, so i feel like the day’s basically over and why bother?
i’m beating myself up, though, because i felt like complete and utter shit yesterday because of my damn sinuses. i had this headache that hurt on the right side of my head mostly, and it felt like something was piercing my eyeball. have i had that CT scan yet? no. but i will, because these headaches are getting worse, i think. it’s just that i had to get another set of orders from the chiro who also wants me to have a CT scan and i figured i’d schedule it all for the same day. but see, i lost the original order. anyway, my point is that i didn’t feel good, so it’s ok that i didn’t really do anything.
besides, i did plenty today and on Monday, and today i didn’t even have to follow my Rain Man routine: when my anxiety level is high, my schedule has to be as predictable as possible. weekly appointments are always on the same day at the same time, i have the car on the same days each week, etc. well, today was my day to have the car and go to the chiro. because i was going to have lunch with my sister after my appointment and there’s no way i would have driven downtown, i would end up taking the train anyway, so i told Brian he could use the car if he wanted to.
it was difficult at first, because it was so humid today, and i hate humidity. by the time i got to the el stop, i was all sweaty and uncomfortable and very unhappy. i think if i had been better prepared it would have gone more smoothly. but it all turned out ok in the end. some anxiety, yeah, but no panic attacks or anything like that.
i think i’m turning into That Busybody Neighbor. first, it was The Obnoxious Neighbor Kids who played baseball in the courtyard. that wouldn’t be such a big deal except for the fact that the courtyard is about 7 yards wide and 30 yards long; they’ve hit one of our windows while one of the cats was sitting on the ledge; they’re so loud they might as well be inside our living room; but mainly because there’s a fucking park with baseball diamonds 5 blocks away. the landlord said that they weren’t supposed to be using the courtyard as a park, and yet this continued for about a year. and after comparing notes with other people in our building, i know that i wasn’t the only one who complained.
now, i suspect that another neighbor has snuck a dog into their apartment. that wouldn’t be such a big deal either, except that it barks all the damn time at all hours of the night; dogs aren’t even allowed in these apartments; and especially because it’s totally irresponsible to sign a lease for a place that doesn’t allow dogs, with the intention of either getting one or moving in with the one you already have. i mean, that’s how Hopper ended up at the pound. her previous owner snuck her and a littermate into an apartment that didn’t allow pets at all and got busted.
granted, they might be watching it for a week or whatever, but now i don’t know what to do. wait ’til Friday, and if the constant barking doesn’t stop, tell the landlord? but if i tell, the dog might end up at the pound. besides, i haven’t actually seen the dog, even though it’s obvious where the noise is coming from. on the other hand, if i mind my own business, the barking will drive me nuts. then again, if i tell, i’ll become That Busybody Neighbor, a title i certainly don’t want.
what to do? what to do?
Sunday Brunch
"Health food makes me sick." -Calvin Trillin
1) What is your favorite fast food restaurant?
Quizno’s
2) How many times per week do you eat fast food?
less than once a week
3) Describe your favorite fast food meal.
small ham and Swiss & a fountain Coke
4) Do you always Super-Size your meal?
God, no.
< 5) What is your least favorite fast food restaurant?
McDonald’s, except for the next month Brian’ll be eating Happy Meals because they’re giving away Neopets mini-plushies. ok, ok, i’ll probably eat a few, too.
Cell 2187 is now part of bloggo chicago, and you can find the old posts and comments under the category Star Wars. i don’t have enough to write about Star Wars on a consistent basis. some day, i’ll get around to reposting the really old comments from when Cell 2187 was on Blogger. and on another day, i’ll redirect the site here, and eventually delete it altogether.
there’s been plenty to write, but i’m still having trouble actually doing it. it shouldn’t be that hard; it isn’t like anything has to be written with perfect organizational structure. anyway…
Wednesday was a big day. not only did i leave my apartment to see the chiro, i drove to Hyde Park–i’ve never driven there before, or spent any time there, actually–all by myself and didn’t freak out or panic or anything like that. i met with a new friend and hung out at her apartment for a few hours. afterwards, i picked Brian up from the train station and we went to Target where we’ve been meaning to go forever now. the chiro called me on promising to get a blender last week, which i still hadn’t done, so we got one at Target. steps forward.
i didn’t go to martial arts yesterday. i woke up congested and figured it wouldn’t be too smart. our classroom is on the second floor, and even when the AC is on and the fans are running, it’s still hot and stuffy in there. but i feel like i’m never going to get my gold belt. steps back.
went to my therapist appointment today, and she said that i really haven’t slipped backwards or anything by not going to martial arts. however, i still haven’t made an appointment for the CT scan, which i really must do. i just don’t want to deal with it.
i ran all kinds of errands today, and that felt pretty good. it made me feel useful and like i’m contributing something to the household. i’ve also done well with taking over feeding the cats breakfast like i used to, and taking the trash to the dumpster. i realize that this is major progress for me, considering that it was less than 2 months ago that i was barely able to do anything for myself, and too scared to drive, even. but there’s a part of me that feels like it isn’t enough.
