It is a mild temperature weather, Not too hot.
The morning is a bit chilly while it warms up during the days.
The kids are fine they where going to school as always.
I called them as always before them leaving for their day.
For breakfast they had a Nutella cake that Anna had prepared for them.
My breakfast: Oatmeal, cereal, blueberry and fresh fruit. A lot of milk and coffee.
Simona is taking care of the family.
The situation here is that I am getting impatient to figure out what to do.
I just read my written program and could not notice but that there are a few mistakes here and there.
Perhaps a corrected and updated version would be appropriate.
It is perhaps the fact that I feel that I am better than the paper it is written upon.
I am getting very impatient to figure out a lot of things...
For instance I am not doing anything at the AAC regarding my driving capabilities.
Obviously they do not care nor they are in any hurry to make me drive again.
Obviously there is a dynavision old machine (it is supposed to help me driving). The room is constantly taken by patient J. He made it his own office, he readst there he sits there the whole day regardless of the original purpose of the room.
Let's go back to driving therapy. If the plan were a different one I would have been communicated otherwise. As nobody cared to discuss it in any form or shape I am obviously feeling left out from the much needed conversation. They told me you can't drive. However they did not care to make sure will be able to drive. Perhaps they do not care.
Let's focus on the flowers anyway... Giuseppe likes to take snapshot of the flowers. Good job...
Wrong... I have nothing to do but to take these pictures.
This is the other picture I like to take.
It is the park near the apartment.
I can show the rotation of my torso and the steadiness of my hands.
It is a panoramic shot taken by a continuous exposition of the phone's camera.
Good job for being such a consistent patient.
I feel I have done noting in my life to deserve this faith.
It is a fact that personally I have done nothing to get injured. Only a sad destiny happened to me.
In my opinion it is a very sarcastic joke.. beside the very morbid inquiries of all people around me as if they get pleasure discussing of this matter.
I was a healthy person, I was a responsible person and a person that used to be informed before..
I just read my program. it is the copy I have at the AAC. My assessment is that this is an outdated and inconsistent paper. There is nothing written on it that it worth reporting to you.
Hence my thought regarding the so called CNS program is less that stellar.
I am disappointed as I get disappointed every time I see a job that does not pass my personal test...
I used to take care of my customers in the best way they wished.
Perhaps this is as much as far as CNS goes...I should lower my bar while at CNS meaning lower my expectation.
I am obviously pleasantly displeased.
By the way how I am feeling?
Let's see how well I am feeling left on the staircase of the Homes of Hope like a real beggar to wait for CNS Transportation to show up like the other day. Let's review the therapeutic value of siting on the stair in a dodgy place like it is downtown Bakersfield.
Believe me I am not bling, I notice all the local population, the run down building, the wood sheets nailed to the windows of the abandoned buildings. Right under my eyes.
I notice all this Third World look. It is rough. I bet it is as rough as the parts of LA that are rough,
The difference is that this is not LA, there is not anything like LA in Kern County.
Yesterday activity of the last Thursday of the month of September.
First and above all as I am an active patient I compiled the Grocery Shopping List for Saturday morning. As a patient to CNS you have to give the list at the reception so it is known what you are eating. Call it living free. They want to know everything believe me.
Well this is a rule of CNS and as I am part of the Assisted Living Program I have to do it.
The reality is that nobody ever cook for me, nobody takes care of cleaning for me. It is called in the local language being an IOP (Individual Operating Patient)
Well it is the usual activity of the Thursday: gym, Zumba with Caroline and Cycle with Misty
Kind of enjoying taking class over there.
By the way CNS has started taking me to the gym with a guys that tend to be a bit off as all the population of CNS. He likes to do things I don't necessarily share nor would do it myself.
Apparently there is always another persons in the van to the gym with me,,, he bosses me around.
I frankly do not like to be bossed by another perfectly strange dude.
This is not the type of behavior I am easy to accept.
Enjoy the day.. Getting out from AAC as today there is a movie as it is expected for every Friday.
Not here to watch the movie... enjoy
At AAC I got my vital data taken.
For lunch here at the Homes of Hope Vianney made popusas
It is a typical food from Salvador.
I had a couple with pickled cabbage, and spicy pimento sauce.
I really enjoyed the food. the popusas where hand made. Really good food.
I called Simona who was working at Caltech. I called her in the early afternoon as before she had a faculty meeting. At 1:30pm she was back in her office.
She told me that she knew what the popusas is like. I am always underestimating my wife's knowledge.
So today I have not been eating the lunch that I had brought with me.
It will be put at good use for dinner.
The plan for later today is to go to the gym, enduring the consequential company that ensures with this activity.
Today the kids are going to play tennis
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