Homework from a Psych??

Saw Ms. Psych-lady on Monday. Ah, this was a different Monday. Not day-of-the-week, just what we did! Monday was a good day to have an abnormal Monday. Any other day, who knows. But, today was a good Monday for a change.

Ate differently. Not the best…. Not the favorite….. But, it was a good change. Had a good discussion about… things you discuss with people like that.

OK. End of that aimless wording such stuff. 

After eating, we walked to the bookstore. What was purchased? I bought something. She bought something.

MY PURCHASE was a Monty Python poster for my house:


Now, my Psych decided that she would purchase a book to read (from a bookstore??). What a concept:



Mmmm… “Clinical Tales”. As we left the store and walking back to the car, she put the book in my hands.

She gives me the orders of: “READ THE BOOK! YOU WILL BE TESTED NEXT WEEK!”


I tried to prove to her that this would be an impossible thing for me to do by holding it to read. (“Homework” was never a favorite thing back in school…)

I took it upon myself to inform her: “I cannot hold it in my SHAKY RIGHT-HAND to read this.

She had forgotten that my right-hand shakes and my left-hand does not. I reminded her of this by retelling the “story” of my brain. You know, my messed up left-side of the brain is a messed up right-side of the body. All based upon where the location of that ‘ole BRAIN that I got fixed. (Not fixing any shakiness on the RIGHT SIDE, but the LEFT SIDE works fine.)

“Just read it and we’ll talk about it NEXT WEEK!”

SOLUTION! I bought the book for my Kindle with the Audio version when I got home. Ahhhhh…. I’ll just listen to the dang thing.

SO, I guess I was given work to do by my teacher <cough> I mean Psych lady.

Another Pazartesi (Turkish)

What is done on a Monday…? Uh….  Okay.

  1. Visit the Psych Lady.
  2. It’s HER turn to choose the lunch place.
  3. She INSISTS that we need to go back to our Natural Grocery Store (whatever it is called)
  4. Eat, Drink and Talk there

Then we went back to the office. Finished…

Ah, wait! Here’s a good part to yawn about. Afterwards, I was outside and waiting for the taxi to pick me up, like he is scheduled to do. I wait. And wait. And wait…. I txt him on my cell phone to see where he is.

Me: Yo, are we running late today?
Taxi Guy: No, I am sitting in the parking lot.

Ok, this is a tiny parking lot and I can see everyone from where I stand.

Me: Uh, no. I’m standing outside the psych building and viewing the parking lot. Don’t see you.
Taxi Guy: Hold on. I’ll be there in a minute.

He txt me earlier that he was “ALREADY HERE”. Found out from him that he was waiting at the hospital parking lot, not where I was at.

He had forgotten what day it was and where he just dropped me off an hour ago…. Eh, no big deal.

ha ha…

Boys and Girls… Today is: Ockorkananiwon (Atikamekw)

Back to see the Psych on this usual day.

Psych Lady: “Where are we eating today? The usual?”
Me in a slightly louder voice: “No! We are going somewhere else!
Psych Lady in a Surprised Voice: “You mean… We are really…? Having the opportunity of filling the stomachs within our bodies with abnormal foods arriving from a different location? Please! Please! Tell me where we are going!”

By the time I had listened to her speak all those words, I had nearly forgotten what to say as to where we were going….

Me after remembering: “Smashburger. This time we will TRY to go, and STAY THERE for the meeting.”

So, that is where we went, and that is what we did.

Good Meeting. Good Burgers. Good Sweet Potato Fries.

It was Good.

The ride “away from” and “back to” my house, using the special van, wasn’t too exciting this time. Eh, maybe next time I’ll have something adventurous to write.

Hanko Psikolog (Albanian)

Okay… Okay… Okay…….
What is it that we discuss on this day of the week?

No…. It’s not Friday…?

On Friday, (in case you were not aware…) I actually had my son with me when I was “working” at the hospital. 

Today is Monday!

So, lets go to the Psych Lady today.

Psych Lady: “Where do you want to eat…..?”
Myself: “Where do we always eat? We don’t need to change that…. today….”
Psych Lady: “It’s back to that place over there next to Starbucks…?”
Myself: “Yes, you cannot forget the name and location of STARBUCKS. Everything else in this world is Not As Important.”

What did I choose to eat at the chosen place along with the Psych Lady’s unchanging salad? Well, that’s a good question…. Usually I have to take pictures of my food…. and… I forgot to do that within the discussions between The Psych Lady and myself. My fault? Her fault? I don’t know.

I left the Psych Lady after the usual “eating” and “discussing” of life adventures. It was a good day.

I am in the Taxi on the way home, and talking with THE BLIND LADY. You know, that one I’ve shared a ride with before. I ask her what she is going to do tomorrow for the weekend. She INFORMS me that TODAY is actually MONDAY.

Oh yeah…. I guess it IS. I was just picked up from that Psych location. Huh… I guess that’s how that works…

So, it’s like this:

  • The Blind Lady can’t see.
  • I have problems with… a list of things.
  • Yet, we are both EXCELLENT singers with the radio and force our taxi driver to turn the music up while we are riding together.

Quite the concept… 

Okay, okay…
Got home. That’s about it….

I will now…. Essen Sie “Kleinkindbetreuung am Mittwoch” (German)

Boys and Girls, how about eating lunch with this blog writer? What’s for today?

Lets GO BACK to that place we were just at on Monday. You know, that “MORE THAN HALF GROCERY STORE PLACE” that you’ve read about before. We like that, don’t we? Now, how am I getting you over there today?

Driving? No… I still can’t do that right now! Not after BRAIN SURGERY! (duh…)
Walking? hahaha….
Hitchhiking? Guess that could maybe work. But…. naaaaa….

We are going to get in the vehicle of the “visiting cousin” and take the ride over there.

Once we’ve gotten there, what’s for lunch?

Grilled Peach Apricot Slaw. This was…good. Lets see, what’s it have in it? Peaches. Apricots. Red Onions. Green Cabbage. Carrots. Green Onions. Mint..? (mint in slaw… that reads good). Pecans. Grilled Peach and Apricot Slaw Dressing (that last word is a verb, right?), yada yada… There’s other things that are within the other things… Cage-Free Egg Yolks in the Mayonnaise (well it’s a good thing all the yokes are in the inside, and we don’t have to listen to them.).

To Drink…

Iced Bhakti Chai Almond Blend. The front says “Fresh Pressed Ginger. FIERY Masala Spices. Low Sugar.” Fiery = Fire. Hmmmm…. Interesting. What’s on the back? Gluten-Free. Vegan (no animal products? Uh, ok), Low-Fat (at least it doesn’t sit higher), Dairy-Free (No Charge!), Soy-Free (That doesn’t cost anything either!)… INGREDIENTS: Here’s some interesting ones: Organic Fair Trade Black Tea (Hmm… Eh, I could just type forever on that one, but I wouldn’t know if it is a “fair trade” for “White Tea”), Organic Ginger Juice, Evaporated Cane Juice. (evaporated in the air?), Almondmilk (that has its own ingredients: Filtered Water & Almonds. That’s interesting.) and Spices…..  (they got tired of typing)


Berry Chantilly Cake Slice. 7 oz.   PLEASE SEE SIGN FOR INGREDIENTS. Ok… These ingredients and “Unit Price” stuff was on the bottom. Can’t turn it over while or before you’re eating. It’ll make a mess. Just have to feel lucky for eating it, but then you learn you have to read a sign. Huh. That’s not cool. — Anyway…. That ONE piece of cake is $3.99. It is $9.12 per pound! Dang…. Well… Any piece of cake is never all that heavy.

Took quite awhile to drink all that Iced Bhakti Chai Almond Blend being that it was sooo FIERY (smoke out the nose). Took forever to drink all that. I wasn’t going to just stop. I have to do my job of eating/drinking to do COMPLETE testing so I can blog about it. (Yeah. That’s it.) Still Freaking Hot till the end, but I made it. 🙂

Lunch was purely interesting.