Wednesday, September 17, 2025

     I write a new list of potential activities. Not jobs that need doing like organizing the linen closet. No, aspirational activities.  Top of the list is walking down Alvarado street to check out the new business and to bump into people. I want to visit the public square again. How this will work? I am not sure yet.

      This morning, I have another phone visit with the Nurse Practitioner to talk about my bladder and urine tests. I am not as nervous as I was during the discussion last week. There is no new news today.

     I haven’t picked up my mail in several days.  Not sure what is stopping me. Fear of falling, hurting myself? Soon I will be starting Physical therapy again.

     In the evening, we watch episode 2 of TASK. HBO is dropping one episode a week for four weeks. An intense show, somewhat violent.  We turn off the sound in the violent parts, making it easier to watch. I am reading a new memoir, SOME OF US JUST FALL, on nature and not getting better, by Polly Atkin. A story of illness and dealings with the medical world.