Oh no! Blog writing is becoming trying! Must...keep...going!
Yesterday the vast majority of my time was taken up by reading. "The Children's Hospital" by Chris Adrian is almost too good to be true. The apocalypse comes, the world is covered with water, and the only people alive are the doctors, nurses, and sick children of a giant floating children's hospital, which is operated by an angel. It is just insanely good. You know when you're deep into a book and your real life becomes a distraction, just something keeping you away from the far more interesting world inside your book? I am getting that very very much. I even feel like my blog changes voices ever so slightly depending on which book I am engrossed in. I haven't read so much for a very, very long time. I don't know if it's necessarily a good thing. I just get obsessed. The stories become all I can think about. I don't think I've read four novels in a row, reading every day, since I was in elementary school. It feels wonderful, but I'm worried that I'm isolating. Maybe I should try to limit myself to a set number of hours a day? I will work on this.
Today was crazy busy, so I wasn't able to read quite so much. First thing in the morning I had a podiatrist appointment. Did you know that half of my right big toe has gone numb? It is really weird. They didn't know what the deal was but gave me some antibiotics to see if that would right it. It wasn't until I got in there that I realized I really should have gotten a pedicure first. Eww, gross feet! After the podiatrist I had to jam back to the main facility, take some meds, down some food, then jam over to the dentist. I was due for a 6-month cleaning. That's right, I actually go to the dentist every six months, just like they tell you to. I do not, however, floss. The dental hygienist was extremely chatty, which I hate. Don't talk to me, lady! I can't talk back because you have your damn hands in my mouth! Do these people pursue this career just so they can have a captive audience? Then it was time to jam back to the main facility once again so that I could jam over to my first day going to the higher, more functional level of treatment, TLLC. I really want to be there because it works on the things I actually need, rather than in the main area, where it's really more about just getting stabilized than getting the skills you will use when you're out of here. First I had a Life Skills group where we were talking about relationships and different levels of friendship and things like that. It was good information, but I must say, the people over at TLLC are not much less freaky than the people at the main treatment center. That is to say, pretty damn freaky. But I don't care. I will spend all damn day with them if that's what it takes to gain the knowledge I need and go HOME. After Life Skills there was cooking group, but that was kind of aborted because the leader didn't know that it takes like a million hours to cook brisket. So mostly it was just sitting around in a group compiled mainly of strangers. It will be better next week. I need to be able to cook for myself! No more Life cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner!
Anyway, go get a copy of that book I told you about.

The picture is of a perfectly linear squirrel. The squirrels here are much smaller and cuter than the fluffy-tailed rats we have in Sacramento. One of Florida's few redeeming qualities.