Yoga with Debi, getting a shot, beating Papa at Canasta

September 27, 2023:

Alright, well today wasn’t all that bad, even though it started terribly. So basically, when I woke up, I basically immediately threw up the instant I took my meds, even though I hadn’t eaten anything with them yet. It was basically just water. What I did, was I just swallowed the pills again since they also came up. Honestly, because of that I was thinking I wouldn’t even go in to my yoga class at the gym. But when the time rolled around, for my 10am class, I felt up to it and not at all nauseous, and I felt like if I didn’t go, I’d just spend the next few hours playing phone games. After the class, I talked to Debi, the teacher, a lot, and told her about my surgery. She also told me that another girl in the class had recommended a dance studio for people with disabilities, called Young Dance. It’s funny, I forgot to write down the name of it and only had the word “young,” but I was able to find it. The girl who had told her about it up was named Anat. Near the end of the time we were talking, Debi even mentioned that with the show choir she’s starting at the JCC, they’re going to need some photography. She mentioned even paying me for it, and I told her that now that I’m not going to be working at the other job, I would really appreciate some small payment, that doesn’t bring me over my limit. On my way out of the gym, I was also able to talk to the receptionist person Hannah who I like a lot. I know that I talked to her about my surgery, and I definitely clarified that she knows about my TBI, which I hadn’t been sure of.

Alright, then what happened is I went back to Papa’s house and took a little Tylenol because I had a minor headache. I also listened to a bit of an episode from This American Life, called “comedy duo,” about a mother from India who’s very controlling of her daughter. Then we ate lunch, which was tortellini, and we played Canasta a bit, where I was winning a lot. He also decided to give me a “photo assignment,” to maybe try to take pictures of instances of “dead ends” and “closed doors,” and “breaking out of boxes.” Because of that, I decided to go back to my house and pick up my camera. While I was at my house, I ran into KC, who is the apartment building manager or something. I also told him about the photo and art idea, since I’m looking for things to do that aren’t work. KC also told me that since he’s on social security, he too has to walk the line of working but not “making too much.” He said that the apartment owner, George, wants to pay him more, but he can’t because of that. After I talked to him, I also started taking a couple photos, just walking around the neighborhood. I kind of had the idea to take pictures that “capture my depression.” It could be a really cool project. I started taking a few photos today, but don’t feel like I have anything amazing yet.

Then, Papa texted me that it was time to come back and go get our shots. We had to drive to a place in Minnetonka, because that was the only place where they let you get both a COVID booster and a flu shot at the same time. I drove us there, and there was a ton of traffic. The person who gave us our shots was named Olivia, and when Papa asked her about the tattoo on her wrist, she said that it was flowers for each one of her siblings’ birth months. She also commented on my snake, which was on the arm I got my COVID shot. Then we went home, where I laid down for a bit, and then, when it was like 7:30pm, we started getting my food together for the night meds. I wasn’t very hungry, but didn’t really wanna take them with the 9g fat cracker we had, so I had them with some rice and melted cheddar cheese, for like 10g of fat. Had the meds at 7:51pm. After that, we decided to finish our morning Canasta game, and I absolutely destroyed him, literally winning by like 2000 points I think.

Grateful things: Grateful that I hopefully will be able to recover some of my physical abilities, and get back into going to the gym. Also grateful to have such an understanding apartment building manager, who I can really talk to about some problems. And also, my yoga teacher falls into that category too.