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tenshikurai9Got-up and got coffee on my way to Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center. Took the E line to Longwood Medical Area. The walk was long enough that I noted to myself to return via D line from the Longwood stop.
Had my appointment and spent 45 minutes over the various lifestyle questions, whether I was in therapy or not, why did I leave, had I ever seen a psychiatrist, sort of conversation.
Asked if he wanted to know I identify as gender-queer and had to explain the term/how I fit-in it (male and female identities exist at the same time, yet are separate.) (Since I know the name I would have been given if I was born on the other side, I use that name for identification. Except I'm starting to introduce myself by my family name to be gender neutral.) Also had to explain non-exclusive gay.
Mentioned being the kind of person to wonder such things as whether it's possible to measure the amount of pain a person can take or not. Stopped hitting my palms with my closed Swiss army knife and did take the screwdriver part-out and put pressure behind it into my left thumb. He did ask if I was seeing how much pain I could take and I said yes. We just got-on with why do I have it. Guy I met finds these kinds of things and he just gave it to me.
Told him I wouldn't want to take meds without first being formerly diagnosed with depression and not just for feeling-down. Told me that it doesn't quite seem that I could be diagnosed with major depression and the most meds could do was maybe help with the obsessive symptoms. So for now, I'm med-free.
Took the D line back to Park Street and then went home. Got 1 bag of 2 of donatable goods. Dropped it off at a charity thrift shop, returned books to the library, got a 3 oz. bag of Cheetos at the coffee shop, went to Hynes/Convention, dropped-off my Newbury Comics application, and went to Harvard Square.
The woman who almost didn't make the Meet-Up and the guy she brought with her and myself crossed paths. I joked that with him wearing a Guggenheim shirt and her wearing a Pollack shirt, she should lie-down on his legs to be a Pollack on display at the Guggenheim. Another guy we know crossed our paths and our conversations jumped back-and-forth. I described what I could of the upcoming show "The Onion Cellar" at A.R.T. to the woman and got her interested.
We hugged good-bye and I went-off to find Bow and Arrow Streets. Since the foot note in the Dresden Dolls Companion said Cafe Pamplona was on Arrow Street, but I found it on Bow, I was momentarily disorientated. Before getting myself reorientated, I did get a butter, sugar, and cinnamon crepe with small, hot Vietnamese coffee at the crepe place on Arrow.
In Cafe Pamplona, I got a hot, black bean soup. A patron behind me recognized me from the talk the previous day and we got into conversation. He's a grad student who's been around for about 2 months. I'm up in the area since I don't know what to do with myself in my hometown. He mentioned being in places with nothing to do. It's what Wisconsin was like to him. Told him at least --- is on public transportation so I can take day trips. I can only imagine what Wisconsin was like for him.
We're both interested in seeing The Onion Cellar. He's promised to bring three different friends of his, but can't just afford to go three different times. Might be time to introduce his friends to each other. I have to see if a guy I know can go. Neither one of us seems to get the idea to ask the other for contact info and I'm inwardly going d'oh! over it. Nor did either one of us get the other's name.
Unfortunately I couldn't follow through on the foot note's suggestion to say hello to Josephina. She wasn't there. I at least got to show the other people running the cafe that there's a note specifically about her.
Came home for the night.
Had my appointment and spent 45 minutes over the various lifestyle questions, whether I was in therapy or not, why did I leave, had I ever seen a psychiatrist, sort of conversation.
Asked if he wanted to know I identify as gender-queer and had to explain the term/how I fit-in it (male and female identities exist at the same time, yet are separate.) (Since I know the name I would have been given if I was born on the other side, I use that name for identification. Except I'm starting to introduce myself by my family name to be gender neutral.) Also had to explain non-exclusive gay.
Mentioned being the kind of person to wonder such things as whether it's possible to measure the amount of pain a person can take or not. Stopped hitting my palms with my closed Swiss army knife and did take the screwdriver part-out and put pressure behind it into my left thumb. He did ask if I was seeing how much pain I could take and I said yes. We just got-on with why do I have it. Guy I met finds these kinds of things and he just gave it to me.
Told him I wouldn't want to take meds without first being formerly diagnosed with depression and not just for feeling-down. Told me that it doesn't quite seem that I could be diagnosed with major depression and the most meds could do was maybe help with the obsessive symptoms. So for now, I'm med-free.
Took the D line back to Park Street and then went home. Got 1 bag of 2 of donatable goods. Dropped it off at a charity thrift shop, returned books to the library, got a 3 oz. bag of Cheetos at the coffee shop, went to Hynes/Convention, dropped-off my Newbury Comics application, and went to Harvard Square.
The woman who almost didn't make the Meet-Up and the guy she brought with her and myself crossed paths. I joked that with him wearing a Guggenheim shirt and her wearing a Pollack shirt, she should lie-down on his legs to be a Pollack on display at the Guggenheim. Another guy we know crossed our paths and our conversations jumped back-and-forth. I described what I could of the upcoming show "The Onion Cellar" at A.R.T. to the woman and got her interested.
We hugged good-bye and I went-off to find Bow and Arrow Streets. Since the foot note in the Dresden Dolls Companion said Cafe Pamplona was on Arrow Street, but I found it on Bow, I was momentarily disorientated. Before getting myself reorientated, I did get a butter, sugar, and cinnamon crepe with small, hot Vietnamese coffee at the crepe place on Arrow.
In Cafe Pamplona, I got a hot, black bean soup. A patron behind me recognized me from the talk the previous day and we got into conversation. He's a grad student who's been around for about 2 months. I'm up in the area since I don't know what to do with myself in my hometown. He mentioned being in places with nothing to do. It's what Wisconsin was like to him. Told him at least --- is on public transportation so I can take day trips. I can only imagine what Wisconsin was like for him.
We're both interested in seeing The Onion Cellar. He's promised to bring three different friends of his, but can't just afford to go three different times. Might be time to introduce his friends to each other. I have to see if a guy I know can go. Neither one of us seems to get the idea to ask the other for contact info and I'm inwardly going d'oh! over it. Nor did either one of us get the other's name.
Unfortunately I couldn't follow through on the foot note's suggestion to say hello to Josephina. She wasn't there. I at least got to show the other people running the cafe that there's a note specifically about her.
Came home for the night.
