Tuesday, November 13, 2012

When the going gets tough

Today I went to talk with Dr. H. again. Driven not by choice but by an insurance company that wants to delay, deny, etc. He recommended getting a lawyer. Lawyer, check.

After the appointment I tried a different tack. Another way to deal with rage and humiliation.

I went shopping.

If you know me at all, this doesn't sound right. I hate shopping more than anything. The theory was shopping is so superficial, so unnecessary, so different from what goes on with medical professionals, it could actually be a soothing antidote.

So I went to Albertson's (a horrible supermarket). Rite Aid (an equally horrible drugstore). Marshall's (full of the junk no one bought in department stores). Trader Joe's (sterile food in plastic from somewhere else). The whole time steering my mind away from live wire topics and pretending to be a suburban matron (not Jason Bourne). Four, count 'em, four different strip malls along El Camino Real!

It worked fine. Shopping is like anesthetic for the amygdala.

The fix might be temporary though. So tomorrow I'm off to Harbin Hot Springs in a little corner of Lake County. Have to get up at oh-dark-thirty. My brain is still in some other time zone so it shouldn't be a problem...

1 comment :

  1. Yep. The time change means we're TRAVELING THROUGH TIME! Jet lag makes sense. Certainly seems to happen whether it makes sense or not...