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Like a few of today’s photos, I’ve been a shadowy figure in recent days. I had an appointment with a psychiatrist early Wednesday morning. I got off to a slow start, so instead of walking there in the cool morning, I called a taxi and made it just in time. I loved the doctor, explained my situation and history, and he asked a slew of thoughtful questions. He reviewed my medical history and my medications and made some good, I hope, recommendations. We’ll see in the weeks to come.
He scheduled a follow-up appointment for the day after I return from New York. Not first thing in the morning. I walked the 28 minutes home, which was wonderful. That’s how Google estimated it and that’s how long it took me. I was pleased. The temperature at that point had only reached 27C/80.6F degrees.
San Geraldo and I then went out for coffee and second breakfast while Merchi cleaned. By the time we walked the four minutes home, the temperature had reached 38/100.4, and it wasn’t finished yet. After a late lunch, I slept a couple of hours and woke up in time for dinner. I was annoyed by my mood and thought, “Well, I should feel better now.” But all I had done was pick up a new medication after breakfast. I hadn’t even taken any yet. Yutz!
The photo above is from the waiting “hall” at the medical center. It’s a contemporary public health facility for specialty medicine. The structure is built around light wells and green spaces. Not at all cozy, but still pleasant.
The fashion statement below looks somehow calm in the photo. I found it shocking and hard on the eyes when we passed on the street. But good for her! That’s followed by the shadowy photos in our bedroom, not of her, during the night.
Today we plan to iron and hang new curtains in our offices and in the kitchen. Those windows look onto a courtyard light well and our neighbor’s windows across the way. We forget and walk around the house naked. Fortunately, I don’t think our bottom halves are visible to her. We’re not big on window coverings and we’re thankful that none are needed anywhere else.
I’ve ended with the boys. Moose in the living room. Dudo in the bedroom.
Como algunas de las fotos de hoy, he estado en las sombras estos últimos días. Tuve cita con un psiquiatra el miércoles por la mañana temprano. Empecé con un poco de prisa, así que en lugar de ir caminando en el fresco la mañana, pedí un taxi y llegué justo a tiempo. El doctor me encantó; me explicó mi situación y mi historial, y me hizo un montón de preguntas bien pensadas. Revisó mi historial médico y mi medicación, y espero que me haya dado buenas recomendaciones. Ya veremos en las próximas semanas.
Programó una cita de seguimiento para el día después de mi regreso de Nueva York. No a primera hora de la mañana. Caminé los 28 minutos de vuelta a casa, lo cual fue maravilloso. Así lo calculó Google y así me llevó. Estaba contenta. La temperatura en ese momento solo había alcanzado los 27°C/80,6°F.
San Geraldo y yo salimos a tomar un café y un segundo desayuno mientras Merchi limpiaba. Para cuando caminamos los cuatro minutos de regreso a casa, la temperatura había alcanzado los 38/100.4 grados, y aún no había terminado. Después de almorzar tarde, dormí un par de horas y me desperté a tiempo para cenar. Estaba molesto por mi estado de ánimo y pensé: “Bueno, ya debería sentirme mejor”. Pero lo único que había hecho era recoger una nueva medicación después del desayuno. Ni siquiera había tomado ninguna todavía.
La foto de arriba es de la sala de espera del centro médico. Es un centro de salud público contemporáneo de medicina especializada. La estructura está construida alrededor de patios de luz y zonas verdes. No es nada acogedor, pero sí agradable.
La declaración de moda de abajo se ve algo tranquila en la foto. Me pareció impactante y molesta a la vista cuando nos cruzamos por la calle. ¡Pero qué bien por ella! A esto le siguen las fotos sombrías en nuestro dormitorio, no de ella, durante la noche.
Hoy planeamos planchar y colgar cortinas nuevas en nuestras oficinas y en la cocina. Esas ventanas dan a un patio de luces y a las ventanas de nuestro vecino de enfrente. Se nos olvida y caminamos desnudos por la casa. Por suerte, no creo que ella vea nuestras partes íntimas. No nos gustan mucho las cortinas y agradecemos que no necesitemos ninguna en ningún otro lugar.
He terminado con los chicos. Moose en la sala. Dudo en el dormitorio.
• It’s hard to see, but the centre stripes on the pants were pink.
• Es difícil de ver, pero las rayas centraes de los pantalones eran rosa.
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Great hopes here for feeling better and better! I love the shadow images. That lady’s top looks like a fabric that needs to be quilted and overstitched. My inner fiber artist sees it as raw material.
Boud:
That fabric would be fun quilted. Overstitching could also be fascinating. It would have been a statement without the pants.
That top photo is outstanding. Glad to hear the new doc was nice and not a quack.
David:
I was so impressed with the new doc. And he spent a lot of time with me!
Hopefully this new doc will be of help. Good on you for taking the steps … not the steps in that heat, though, take a cab is right!
I love the light coming through the windows but my eyes hurt from that outfit and you know if I hate it. it’s bad because I have no taste!
Bob:
Ooh, yes, if Bob hates it, it should not be worn. If the top had been plaid, you would have loved it.
I was thinking the combo wasn’t ‘too’ bad until you pointed out the pink stripes. I’m glad you like the head doc. It matters. I dislike curtains. We had some pieces of cloth over the two windows in our bedroom in the city house and eventually put some etched glass in the bottom half of the windows in the living room but other than that if the neighbor didn’t like what she saw she shouldn’t look. This house had heavy drapes, sheers, and mini blinds on all the windows and the first thing I did was take down the drapes and shears. Mini blinds go up during the day. Vacant 1/2 acre lots on either side so no neighbors close enough to see anything.
ellen abbott:
The top fabric was a bit much for me, but unusual. The pants were overkill. I love etched glass in windows. In summer, nobody’s home across the way, so we can have everything wide open. My preference.
Happy that your new doc is receptive to your needs……always helps that there is a two-way conversation happening.
That outfit is very difficult to ‘absorb’……WAY too much going on.
All is well in the boys’ world.
Jim:
I agree about the outfit. The top was a lot, but the pants made it overwhelming. So happy with the doc. He actually spent a lot of time with me, too.
You know, it’s not completely ridiculous to have the thought that you should be feeling better before even taking the medication. Sometimes the very fact that reaching out and finding help has been done can indeed lighten our souls a tiny bit. Hope, you know.
We have only the lightest of lace curtains in our windows except for the window in our bedroom where the next door neighbors could, theoretically see in. Why they felt they had to clear out the border of plants between us is beyond me. Okay. So most of the plants were bamboo, wisteria, and weeds of different sorts but still.
I’m sorry. That outfit does hurt my eyes and I can’t imagine what it would do in real life. WHY? You couldn’t even blame that on color blindness.
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moon:
You’re right about sometimes feeling better immediately, at least from relief that you’ve got help. We had neighbors on one side that could see us in Connecticut. While we did everything we could to make that side of the property more private, they did everything they could to clear it out so they could see our yard and pool. They weren’t successful because we were, but it was so odd. We each had an acre of land surrounded by woods. They thought all the houses in the cul de sac should clear the trees and plant one continuous lawn in back… like a golf course.
The woman’s top was a lot to take in, but the black, white, pink striped pants really did it for me.
Great progress!
Rade:
It’s a start and I’m relieved.
Yay!
Love that you like your doctor.
THAT I think it’s essential in any case. Hope everything goes great!
Love the pics.
XOXO
Sixpence Notthewiser:
Not easy to find a psychiatrist one likes! At least in my experience. I couldn’t be more placed. AND it’s free!
Love the shadow shots, love the kitties, but don’t love the fashion statement. Just remember it can sometimes take days/weeks for a new med to “kick in” properly, unless, of course, the doc said you should see a change immediately. I’m so glad you found someone you like!
Kelly:
I don’t even think I’ll see a change with just this. I’ll see him mid-November for more adjustments. The next time I see that woman, I can ask where she buys her clothes, if you like!
That is encouraging that you liked the new doctor. Sometimes that is half the battle. I love your fashionista photos!
Michael:
Absolutely. I have mostly been disappointed with psychiatrists and only see them for meds, so this was a wonderful surprise.
I hope this doctor proves to be a good one. My husband sees a psychiatrist…he’s on his fourth one in a year. The one he liked retired and it has been hard replacing him. Of the next two, one was really horrible, and the other one quit. Hopefully the fourth time is a charm.
Michael:
I’m confident this is a good fit. He asked the best questions and didn’t make me feel rushed. I’ve had some horrific psychiatrists. But after the first year, all I ever needed were med checks. I could tolerate the idiots then.
Ouch! Does that woman not have a mirror in her house..?
Shadows and cats – much better. Jx
Jon:
I’ll be she has mirrors in every room. That outfit took thought. (I don’t know WHAT she could have been thinking, but it took thought).
That outfit is too much for me. I’m glad you like the psychiatrist. As I’ve said on my blog, I love mine. It took a lot of trial and error to find the right combination of meds to get me out of my deep depression, but mine didn’t quit trying till he found the right mix. That was what I needed in a doctor. He actually listens to me.
Love,
Janie
Janie:
Yes, finding a doctor who actually listens is rare.
Unlike that poor lady’s fashion choices, Moose & Dudo are always easy on the eyes! She might’ve been able to pull off the look had she toned it down with white or light blue capris…
Tundra Bunny:
I know! I don’t know what she was thinking when she chose those pants.
I’ve been to a psychologist but not a psychiatrist. I believe one of the differences is the latter deals in medications, so it’s good that yours is being reviewed.
Kirk:
A psychiatrist has made it through medical school (and did well, I hope). If you’re on meds or need meds, you have to see a psychiatrist. My experience in recent years, though, is that they’re only doing med checks and don’t spend the traditional 50 minutes talking with you. If you want/need counselling, that requires a psychologist or therapist of some sort.