Me--at the Food Bank Look at this Rib Eye steak! It's almost as thick as a roast. Look at the original price. My Gosh. Are there really people in this world that could afford to buy that? I think I will cut in half and grill only half at a time.
Supper for two nights. Corn and baked potato and Rib Eye. YOWZA!!
I had to re-certify today and luckily my income is still below the cut-off of $1,200.00 for one person.
Dar was over last night. She always drops in around 6:30 and stays until 7:45. That way, she catches me as I am finishing up supper and allows me to miss the national news, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. She cares for none of these shows, but she makes sure she gets home in time to watch The Voice.
Anyway--she had been for her first session with the shrink they found for her. He is well known, but she won't put up with any of his guff! He asked her, "Well, how do you think I can help you?"
She took offense and though he meant, "How do you think I can help you when no one else has."
So right away, she felt he was just going to blow her off and send her on her way with a few words.
Then, he was sitting on a wheeled, stool, like the doctor's have and he rolled closer to her chair, Until he was about 8 feet away. "What is the outcome you'd like to see come out of our sessions?"
"You're the doctor..you tell me!"
He rolled a couple of feet closer and she put her hand up and said, "If you don't move back behind your desk, I'm leaving!"
Can't you just see this poor guy, scurrying back to sit behind his desk?
Then she said, "After he got back behind the desk, I stood up so that I would have the dominant position and walked around, while we talked."
I guess one of the things he told her was that she "probably" won't ever be able to go back to her cashier job.
I said, "I told you that six months ago. Sheila told you that last month."
"Judy--can't you say anything nice. Encouraging?"
"Sure. I encourage you to start dealing with reality and acceptance. You'll feel less depressed when you make up your mind this may be as good as you get, pain wise, and do what you can. You can still walk for miles. You can still drive, where ever you want. You're life isn't over."
Then she grabbed the top of her head. "Oh--the horrible pains I get....in my head....They can't find anything wrong, but I get such a pain."
I said, "I can tell you what that is from."
"After I lost my promotion, for three months, every time my therapist or anyone asked me about it and I had to recount it, I got terrible pains in the top of my head and my blood pressure went very high. It is part of PTSD. It's as if the incident just happened and you physically react and feel all the emotions you did then."
"They do say I have PTSD."
"Well, that is one symptom I had. I know. It is very painful."
She started feeling a bit better. I sure try, but I can't help her too much. Even when I can identify with her on panic attacks, and fears, and night terrors and everything I had gone through that she is going through--it doesn't matter to her. Since she is one of those "it's all about me" people, she thinks that whatever she has or suffers is unique to her and no one else could have ever felt like her.
I say something to her about how I went through the same thing and she'll say, "Yes, but, with me........" Her "condition" is always worse.
Enuff of Dar---at least now, when she leaves, I don't struggle the rest of the night, thinking and worrying and trying to figure out how to help. She goes out the door and I forget about it--which is a self protective mechanism on my part.
Today has been another lovely day, weather-wise and will have right through the weekend. Next week predicted rain and cooler temps and, no doubt, our first frost.
Hey--did any of you see this?
Michigan State basketball unanimous pick to win Big Ten title
Oh, it's going to be a wonderful winter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!