“My love
Is like the grasses
Hidden in the deep mountain:
Though its abundance increases
There is none that knows.”
Ono No Yoshiki
(From a journal entry, 1979)
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The first appointment was with a neurologist; I had never seen him before. My blood pressure was high…it has been for days. He asked about the 1980’s stroke, what I remember and don’t remember and seemed fascinated that I remember so little of my childhood.
Next, simple tests. Could I draw a box, could I draw a clock then add hands. I could. Alzheimer’s patients can’t do that. He thinks there was some major trauma that gave me PTSD and ADD. He gave me a pill and told me to take half. If after a period of time my memory got batter, I could up it to a full pill. Come back in three months. I liked him but am resistant to more pills.
Daughter Margot who has PTSD says that Bio-feedback works wonderfully for her.
On our way home for lunch, we stopped at Office Depot. All the pens in the house are “fine.” I have trouble seeing those fine lines. No Medium for me, I bought two packages of BOLD.
Lunch and a nap lead to a Doctor encounter that was a huge waste of time. Trapped in very heavy mid-day traffic, we were five minutes late. The lady at the counter thought we couldn’t be seen. That gave us a scare. Blood Pressure, how are you, thanks for coming in, bye….it wasn’t a necessary visit.
Dinner was interesting. It does make a difference to make these open faced sandwiches on a firm bread. I didn’t. Garlic bread, zucchini and yellow squash grilled with scallions over ricotta cheese. Delicious tho very collapsible.
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- Himself: Yesterday stained and sprayed the boxes. Boxes need a finish sanding and a final coat of urethane. Today auditing wrecks. The big boss eliminated all the accrued sick days. A pleasant phone call from G led him to reinstate them.
- Myself: Today measure “Axial Length.”
- Drawing: The living room at DSA with a painting by Tommy Driscoll and Pico the cat sitting on my bed.
- Reading: Another Anna Pidgeon.
- Gratitude’s: That I don’t have Alzheimer’s. That I got a new cell phone number which didn’t belong to someone who owed great amounts of money like the last one…Kevin. That George tirelessly held my hand all day.
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