It’s not really going to take a lot of effort to get my home together when I get back home. I’m focused on simplicity, cleanliness and comfort. I’d like the couch set and the other Metro shelf, but they will take some time to acquire. Meanwhile, I have lots to get rid of. Lots of stuff to let go of. I’ve let go of my keyboard because I needed the money to pay for some of these medical expenses, but I think ultimately it’s a good thing. The only things I need close at hand are the things that I actually use.
I finally received the unemployment checks that I thought I was not going to receive, so that lessens the emergency. I can pay January’s rent. I’m probably going to look for another temporary assignment, but I’m a little more focused on working from home for myself. I know that I can’t continue to play the game where I take a job out of necessity (or desperation) that becomes boring which in turn affects my performance. I really need to be busy at doing what I love – very busy! That’s the only way I’ll be able to maintain the income that I want long enough to live a comfortable life.
It looks like I might get out of here either Monday or Tuesday. I’ve been ready to go. I can’t wait to get home – to play my records, to check my e-mail, to do my hair, to take a bath in my tub, to just get on with my life. What I’ve learned from this experience is that I can no longer take my health for granted. I just can’t, no matter how I think I feel or look. If I had a decent doctor to depend on, this sickness would not have progressed as much as it did. I need to really recognize the components of good health; yes, part of it is physical fitness, but of much greater importance is my nutrition – my daily nutrition. Another important component is consistent monitoring of my body. I need to find a good doctor that I feel comfortable with.
It’s Friday night and I’m still hungry. It makes staying here even harder. I can’t even go outside to get a turkey sandwich. My roommate has finally made that move to Roosevelt Hospital to get some better treatment for his cancer. I hope he does well.
My mother’s coming up tomorrow night, and I hope that she realizes that I’m recovering and that I’m not entertaining. I also don’t want her trying to take over my apartment. It’s a mess, yes, but it’s my mess and I’m big enough to clean it up myself. I need to hook her up with my landlady and Dolores Schultz. I’m sure they will keep her busy so I can get some rest.
Furacão called this morning. He wants to start a T-shirt business with me. Yeah, Rochelle’s recent experience with him is fresh in my mind, but creating cute T-shirts sounds like a pretty lucrative thing on the side.
