Well, guess what? It turns out that I don’t have any allergies to the dog or the cats or to dust mites at all. None whatsoever! Whatever showed up positive in the test twenty years ago, didn’t show up this time at all, all came back negative. I am relieved about this, of course, because now I don’t have to feel bad about having the cats and the dog and about vacuuming and inhaling dust mites, but I was hoping it would explain my eczema and my sore throat and my plugged up nose etc, but now it doesn’t, of course. It does turn out that I am having an upper airway infection and that should take care of itself eventually. In the Netherlands they don’t prescribe antibiotics for that unless you are on your deathbed and I am obviously not.
So a conversation like this followed:
The GP looked at me very seriously and with a stern voice said: “I’m afraid that the only thing you’re allergic to is tobacco smoke.”
And I said, “You’re kidding, right?”
He said, with a straight face, “No Ma’am, I’m not, you’ll have to quit smoking.”
I said, with an equally straight face, “Well, since I’m a psychiatric patient and I need my cigarettes like I need my medicines, I think the chances of me quiting smoking are pretty slim.”
Well, it was a conversation similar to that and we didn’t talk with a Texan accent. He was not my regular GP by the way. My regular GP was sick and this was a replacement GP who didn’t know me and who was young and eager. He was definitely going to save my soul, uhm, I mean my body. He was a bit like a missionary and a bit zealous. He looked at me very disappointed when I left his office, as if I had let him down personally and committed a great sin.
Luckily, our own GP is going to be back next week, so thank goodness for that. He has seen me go through all my shit and he won’t bother me about quiting smoking. That will be the furthest thing from his mind. He’s just glad that I am walking and talking and breathing and living a normal life.
The asthma that I do get is exercise induced asthma, like I used to get when I was a kid and I ran track, but I wonder if I sometimes get it due to stress. That it is psychosomatic. I have to keep this possibility in mind when it happens next and not immediately grab the inhaler, unless I have been exercising and it is obvious why it is happening. I am just so relieved that I know now that it isn’t allergies, because that was making me feel very unsure and insecure. I thought there was no way I could fight that and now I don’t have to.
Well, you learn something new every day. If it isn’t about Carl Jung and the functioning of your mind, then it is about the functioning of your body. It is all a great mystery after all, isn’t it? Why things go wrong and how we try and find the most logical explanations and how sometimes there is none. Sometimes shit just happens. Like me sitting here having to stop typing every sentence, because I am itching so badly on my head and on my hands.
I think this isn’t going to be a long post. I have an early appointment with social services and at lunchtime I am meeting my friend Lucien downtown to do some shopping. Well, she will do the shopping, I will do the accompanying. Lucien likes to shop! I think she is like me and always wants to buy something when she is in town, otherwise it doesn’t feel like it has been a real outing. I gladly go along with her and critique the clothes that she tries on to find the best outfit. She has gained some weight and we now both shop in the same sizes and we have similar tastes, although I do have to save her from buying some real ugly things sometimes. I think she gets confused and addled and can’t see the forest for the trees when she has tried on too many clothes. That’s why you go shopping with your friends.
I am still reading The Power of Myth. The book is actually the result of a TV series on PBS and many interviews that Bill Moyers had with Joseph Campbell. It is very interesting, but sometimes Bill Moyers asks questions that I would not have asked and continues his line of questioning in a direction that I would not have gone in, so sometimes it is frustrating to read it as well. Bill Moyers keeps coming back very much to the Christian God theme, and although I think this is appropriate, I think that sometimes he asks the wrong questions about it. Although I do have to give him credit for having done his homework and knowing a lot about the subject and having read Joseph Campbell’s books, which I haven’t done yet.
I suppose it is always that way with interviews. The interviewer never asks the questions that you would have asked, and sometimes Joseph Campbell’s ideas are very abstract and I have a hard time following his line of thinking. Sometimes he just loses me for a while, then he is too much a philosopher. I hope I am able to read the book that Eduard got for me from the library easily, it may turn out to be too difficult for me to read. I don’t mind a difficult book, I usually hang in there, but when it gets too abstract, I have to quit it.
I keep looking at the clock to see how much time I have left to sit here and type this. I do hate to be on some sort of time schedule. I am so used to taking it easy in the morning and just going about it in my own time and on my own schedule. Usually I can take hours to actually finish writing this, while I have my coffee and my cigarettes and pet the dog and contemplate what I am going to write about. I stop and think and stare into the middle distance and consider all the things I have done the day before. Sometimes my mind is a complete blank and it seems I can’t remember the day before at all. But not today. I distinctly remember the lure of Paint Shop Pro and not being able to walk away from the computer for any amount of time and constantly fiddling with the Old Pisa Door.
I am only on day 5 of my 60 day trial with Paint Shop Pro and that will give me ample time to try an find out how everything works. Although I know that it takes years to become really good at it. I never appreciated digital art as much as I do now. I see what is involved in creating it and I do hold people in higher esteem who create it. You need to be smart about using the program, but you need to be artistic as well. You do have to have an eye for what works and what looks absolutely awful.
Well, dearest people. I am sorry, but I have to go now. I still have to walk the dog and feed the cats and get myself ready. Maybe there will be more of me today. I’ll see if I have time.
Have a great day, ciao…
P.S. Well, there is more of me today, because I have cancelled my appointment with Lucien. I hate to let her down, but after riding my bike all that way to Social Services up hill and nearly having a heart attack doing it, I decided I didn’t want to ride my bike into town a second time. I had never been to social services. It was a different place than where I took the test earlier this week. This place was at the other end of town and like I said, up hill and it was quite a climb. If Eduard had not gone with me and pulled me some, I would not have made it. Of course, I am so plugged up that it makes it hard to breathe and that isn’t helping either.
It turned out that I had not done too badly on the profile test. I got an A1 rating, which is the highest one you can get, this in spite of the fact that I did badly on the analytical part of the test. You’ll remember the sequences and my trouble with them. I did really well on the language part, which I am happy about, because sometimes I don’t know how good my Dutch really is. Sometimes, I’m just faking it and I am just loosely translating from the English.
One thing that did surprise me was that I got a low score on verbal communication and, although I know that I am not tha
t much of a talker, I didn’t think I would score low in it. That this would show up in a test. I did good on written communication, which isn’t surprising, of course. You can’t write a web log and be bad at that.
The next step is for me to have an appointment with the people of the temp agency who are going to decide if it is worth it to give me a training. If there is a future in me. Because of my age and lack of working experience, that may be a problem, but I’ll just have to dazzle them during the appointment. I’ll blow them away with my interesting personality, ahum.
We have good cheese in the refrigerator again! The cheese man on the market had been gone on vacation and we had to do without his very good cheese, but now he is back and Eduard picked up some cheese this morning. I stopped by his work on the way home from social services and had a cup of coffee with him and picked up the cheese. Any minute now, I am going to get up from the chair and cut me a big piece. That’s how much I have missed eating that! My mouth is watering in anticipation. Lord, the things you can look forward to! First I have to finish my very good cup of Senseo and this post.
Right that minute I don’t know what else I can tell you here. I have to clean the apartment, but what else is new, right? The same old dog hair is drifting around, but now I know that I am not allergic to it, or to the dander. Has anybody ever heard of people being cured of their allergies? I still am not eating corn, though. I have no doubts about that one. It would be too much of a coincidence if that were not a problem. But I may still get tested for it some day to make sure.
Alright, now I’ve got to get the show on the road. Oh no, I’ve got to visit my fellow bloggers first. Gosh, life is tough in these here parts. There are always these postponements of the really lesser fun jobs.
Have a great one, people, ciao again.
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