This is my two hundred seventh entry.
Pretty normal day yesterday. Doctor visit went well. Did some stuff. Watched Punch Drunk Love. Some bits of sadness. Clickity clack the cut for details.
I cut out of work slightly early at 4pm to avoid traffic, and I made it to my doctor's office by 5pm, even with a brief sojourn to Wawa to purchase sustenance. My appointment wasn't until 5:45, but I guess people had cancelled or whatever, because he saw me pretty much as soon as I got there. So I was out before my appointment even occurred! Time Travel! Anyway, all things checked out wonderfully. He's gonna have me get bloodwork again in six months, and provided everything is still good, which I see no reason why it wouldn't be, he said I can stop seeing him. Hooray. And I've got an appointment with my other doctor around the same time, so I will probably be able to convince him of the same thing, me not having to go to any more appointments. Damn, you know what? Six months is May of 2006. All of this shit started in the fall of 1996. That's almost an entire decade I've been dealing with this and its aftermath. Granted I've been symptom-free since April of 2001, so it's mostly just been followups for the past 5 years, but I only just got off all of my medications in May 2004. Man. 10 years. It would be interesting to try and write up an account of the whole ordeal, see exactly what I remember. Maybe some day.
Did some SMRZNP work when I got back. Was purposely distracted by Ali G and not being able to figure out how to draw a fun from a certain perspective. Helped Jenn with moving her books. Watched Punch-Drunk Love. I enjoyed it. Makes me wonder if Adam Sandler is going to try for any more roles like this, or stick with the comedy type movies. And honestly, you know what I would like to see? A new straight up comedy album from him. Be interesting to see if he has new material, or if he would bring back some of the old standbys, such as The Buffoon. Jenn died her hair whilst the movie was playing. She is now blonde, and remains oh so cute and sexy. Then there was some sadness and sleep.
Sometimes I feel bad that I cannot relate more to Jenn. I am basically a happy person. I don't really get depressed, and if I do, it's only for very brief periods of time. Jenn was reading me some stuff from an astrology book, and apparently this is because Libras are too analytical about their emotions, viewing them almost from a third party stance. I can see this as being true. If I feel sad or mad or frustrated or whatever, I guess I'm able to take a step back away from myself, and look at the situation from an outsider's perspective. Stuck in traffic? Grr argh seditious.... eh, but really it's not so bad. Before meeting Jenn, dealing with my lack of experience with girls? Boo, I will be single forever....eh, the right person will come along some day. I also have always known exactly who I am. I am Sean Hutchinson, the Immitigable Superstar. So trying to relate when I've never really experienced severe depression or detachment orloss of self is difficult. But on the other hand, not having experienced that stuff makes me the generally happy person that I am, so it can be seen as good. I wonder though, am I really better off without it? Would I not be stronger if I had experienced those things and overcome them? But then the question shifts to being what if I wasn't able to deal with them? For all my jokes, I'm not really a robot, and I do have emotions. I just sometimes doubt whether they are as well rounded as they could be.
Ah well. At least I don't just randomly burst out into fits of crying like Barry.
I cut out of work slightly early at 4pm to avoid traffic, and I made it to my doctor's office by 5pm, even with a brief sojourn to Wawa to purchase sustenance. My appointment wasn't until 5:45, but I guess people had cancelled or whatever, because he saw me pretty much as soon as I got there. So I was out before my appointment even occurred! Time Travel! Anyway, all things checked out wonderfully. He's gonna have me get bloodwork again in six months, and provided everything is still good, which I see no reason why it wouldn't be, he said I can stop seeing him. Hooray. And I've got an appointment with my other doctor around the same time, so I will probably be able to convince him of the same thing, me not having to go to any more appointments. Damn, you know what? Six months is May of 2006. All of this shit started in the fall of 1996. That's almost an entire decade I've been dealing with this and its aftermath. Granted I've been symptom-free since April of 2001, so it's mostly just been followups for the past 5 years, but I only just got off all of my medications in May 2004. Man. 10 years. It would be interesting to try and write up an account of the whole ordeal, see exactly what I remember. Maybe some day.
Did some SMRZNP work when I got back. Was purposely distracted by Ali G and not being able to figure out how to draw a fun from a certain perspective. Helped Jenn with moving her books. Watched Punch-Drunk Love. I enjoyed it. Makes me wonder if Adam Sandler is going to try for any more roles like this, or stick with the comedy type movies. And honestly, you know what I would like to see? A new straight up comedy album from him. Be interesting to see if he has new material, or if he would bring back some of the old standbys, such as The Buffoon. Jenn died her hair whilst the movie was playing. She is now blonde, and remains oh so cute and sexy. Then there was some sadness and sleep.
Sometimes I feel bad that I cannot relate more to Jenn. I am basically a happy person. I don't really get depressed, and if I do, it's only for very brief periods of time. Jenn was reading me some stuff from an astrology book, and apparently this is because Libras are too analytical about their emotions, viewing them almost from a third party stance. I can see this as being true. If I feel sad or mad or frustrated or whatever, I guess I'm able to take a step back away from myself, and look at the situation from an outsider's perspective. Stuck in traffic? Grr argh seditious.... eh, but really it's not so bad. Before meeting Jenn, dealing with my lack of experience with girls? Boo, I will be single forever....eh, the right person will come along some day. I also have always known exactly who I am. I am Sean Hutchinson, the Immitigable Superstar. So trying to relate when I've never really experienced severe depression or detachment orloss of self is difficult. But on the other hand, not having experienced that stuff makes me the generally happy person that I am, so it can be seen as good. I wonder though, am I really better off without it? Would I not be stronger if I had experienced those things and overcome them? But then the question shifts to being what if I wasn't able to deal with them? For all my jokes, I'm not really a robot, and I do have emotions. I just sometimes doubt whether they are as well rounded as they could be.
Ah well. At least I don't just randomly burst out into fits of crying like Barry.