Methodist and poké with Papa and Irish violin performance

September 19, 2023:

Ok, next day. It’s kind of bad when I don’t do this because half the time when I do it, it reminds me of thing that I did in the day that I’d forgotten. So it’s really an important thing to do with the stupid TBI. Yesterday wasn’t great, but then again hardly any day is these days. First of all, I woke up at 5am and peed and went back to sleep. Then I took my meds at 7:07am with two lemon vanilla 6g yogurts. Then I went back to sleep again.

And next, I actually woke up and I had Papa drive me to Methodist church where I could volunteer as a Spanish translator. Unfortunately, there were three other Spanish-speakers there yesterday, so I didn’t feel very useful. There was a woman named Margarita from Mexico, Angel from Mexico, and Jean who learned it in Costa Rica. I have the photo of Margarita working to get people registered. They were training Angel in on checking people in on the computer, and I asked if I could ever be trained in that. The woman, Anne, told me that I had missed the training for it, while I was in the hospital, but that maybe I could be trained some other day. She said I might be able to do it with a woman named Elaine who also missed the training. Then, another woman who went to the training told me that she didn’t even feel like the training was very necessary, and that it was a pretty understandable thing to do.

A bit later on, I even told Anne that I "didn’t feel that useful today,” and I also talked to that woman who attended the training, named Jane, and I had one piece of cheese pizza from their basement, and left at 12:30ish. Then I changed pants and set out to walk to Jodi’s house, but then I checked Find My Friends and saw she was in a different part of the city. So then, I had my dad pick me up and I spent a lot of the day with him. We talked about possibly finding ways to “be more active,” and played some cards too. We also went out to a Poké Bowl place and I had the Tuna Lover bowl. Didn’t finish it, so there’s some fun leftovers.

Honestly I wasn’t really hungry for dinner at all, based on the size of the poké bowl, so I just had two cheese sticks with my meds at 7:07pm. Then, Jodi called and asked if we wanted to try go to an Irish concert with her and Bill, since Bill’s daughter had the violinist as a friend in college. Funny enough, I thought I might be able to handle it, and I was wrong. It wasn’t even the noise that was an issue for me. It was the lights. I literally tied a plastic bag over my eyes, and then Bill offered to drive the two of us home and go back to the concert himself.

Oh, and the other kind of bad thing that happened was that I was gonna go out to Nolo’s with Suheily for lunch, but she cancelled on me. Apparently she “forgot about it,” and scheduled a different thing going out to eat at Fogo with Billy’s Sushi people. She also invited me to that, but if it wasn’t people I knew, I didn’t wanna go. So yeah, overall it was a very not good day. First cancelled on, and then I couldn’t handle a concert because of my medical issues. Oh, and the other thing is that I chose to not bring my purse with me, thinking of how mom always wants me to travel as light as possible, but then I got there and they needed ID to get in, and I didn't have it. So fortunately I was able to find a picture of my old Arizona ID on my phone, so that worked, but it still made me wish I'd brought my purse.

Well, yesterday I even texted myself things I was "grateful" for, just because I knew if I didn't do that, I wouldn't be able to think to yesterday. I was grateful to Bill for taking me home, and also to my dad, for always sticking with me.