14 july

14 July
Coincidence. There was a query on the WCPC site about the story of Oprah Winfrey at the Hermes store in Paris. One of the respondents noted Oprah's history including her charitable work. And I said, Rosalea's Angel? So I ran right home from the library and wrote up a quick 1-pg notice asking if Oprah can help in the necessary money to repair the buildings and get them into historical, usable shape. As I'm involved, I dropped a note about my situation. Another no-lose situation, I think.
Coincidences have been happening alot lately. I've been following through with most of them. Coincidences are important to Paul Auster, too: they started his writing career off.
Hmm. . .I'm thinking, now, that I'll drop the reference to my situation--no money, no food, no meds--and just leave it as Rosalea's bit. At the same time, I don't know how to make this situation, mine, known in order to get help without sounding like I expect pity from just another hard luck story. I don't expect much from SRS; since I can't phone--there's never anyone in the "office" at the Wellness Ctr--I can't tell her how much worse things have gotten. However, I wonder whether she might think I'm a long haired hippie looking for a free ride: how many people come into her office and speak the kind of language I do? how many dress as well? She has my disability app but she may think that's hogwash, too. Only Geno has been any help; but I can't get hold of him as I have no phone. I left a note in answer to one of Rosalea's notes and in it asked her to call Geno and have him stop by.
We're supposed to go to Enid, OK on Sat, perhaps I can get her to make a stop in Anthony, though I don't know how in hell I'll pay for the meds! I imagine by Sunday I'll be suffering from gout, next couple of weeks for creeping depression.
I find it difficult to believe that I'm penniless, so I figure others also find it difficult to believe. I have somewhere to stay. I look like a nice, respectable guy (despite the long hair). I talk educated. So what's my problem? Not too many PhDs are this poor. How many times have I said that?
What am I going to eat tonight? Baked beans, rice and ham?
Dr. Imlay is good. Real good. He listens. He thinks. He problem solves. I heard him talking to his PA about what to do with some patient and he sounded like Elaine, in the manner in which she approaches treatment. He listens. I like him a lot. He also touches, like Elaine. Shakes hands and touches. Dr. V has an aura about him that says "I don't want to touch this one." He's a little rich boy from India. I've heard a couple other remarks about his arrogance. Tomorrow I see him about the spirometry results; it will be the last time, I hope. Getting meds becomes more difficult, though. Until I establish myself for all of my meds at Anthony; then the problem becomes phoning.
I'm going to do some dishes or else there will be NO dinner tonight. I'm not really hungry right now, though.