CapitánBeto
Member
- Aug 3, 2019
- 20
Today I woke up not as early, not as late.
I don't remember what I dreamed, probably something creepy or strange.
Yet, I always linger on bed holding on to my dreams, entertaining them while I let time go by.
Today I didn't.
I got out of bed, sat down on my desk and started working.
I listened to music, my studio monitors filled the room with sound.
I managed to get a good deal of work done before my 12 pm meeting.
I even managed to take a shower and relax before it.
The meeting went well, I was prepared and my peers were satisfied.
I suddenly realized I had not taken my nightly dose of Risperidone the day before.
I decided not to take any of my meds at noon either.
I was in the mood for a swim, it had been a week since the last time I had worked out.
With great effort I prepared my swimming gear, drove to the gym, got changed in the locker room and made it to the pool.
I swam for about an hour, I usually get bored after 15 minutes.
Back in the locker room, I enjoyed a nice, warm shower.
The water pressure was just fine.
I drove to my parents house after stopping by a bakery to get something to eat.
It was starting to rain.
I was in the middle of having lunch when I noticed an urgent meeting on my calendar.
Something broke at work and the situation escalated up to D-level management.
Even though I was out of office, I was expected to attend the call.
"Way to ruin my day", I first thought.
I don't know how but I didn't get anxious nor frustrated.
I finished eating and made myself comfortable to take the call.
In the middle of the call, I had to walk to my apartment to get my computer.
Fortunately it was only raining lightly.
After 40 minutes or so, we managed to fix the issue.
People were satisfied and we could all leave to enjoy our weekend.
I had changed clothes and I've put on my favorite raincoat.
It's an English raincoat that my parents gave to me.
I like wearing it, it looks good on me.
I went back to my parents' and enjoyed a cup of tea with my father.
We spoke.
I like speaking with my father.
We share many beliefs and opinions of the world and our society.
He's a devoted catholic.
An Uruguayan poetess wrote: "Because it is rough and ugly, I pity the fig tree".
I live by this quote, it helps me view the world through kinder eyes, just like my father does.
It stuck on me through the years probably because I studied the poem at some point in middle school.
After tea, I went to see my therapist.
We had a good talk.
She tells me about her patients and we discuss mental health.
I ended the day going out to dinner with my parents and brother.
My mother wanted to do something for Valentine's Day.
It was fun.
It had been a week of laying in bed all day,
barely working and eating crap,
abusing Clonazepam to sleep as much as I could.
Today I had a good day.
I don't remember what I dreamed, probably something creepy or strange.
Yet, I always linger on bed holding on to my dreams, entertaining them while I let time go by.
Today I didn't.
I got out of bed, sat down on my desk and started working.
I listened to music, my studio monitors filled the room with sound.
I managed to get a good deal of work done before my 12 pm meeting.
I even managed to take a shower and relax before it.
The meeting went well, I was prepared and my peers were satisfied.
I suddenly realized I had not taken my nightly dose of Risperidone the day before.
I decided not to take any of my meds at noon either.
I was in the mood for a swim, it had been a week since the last time I had worked out.
With great effort I prepared my swimming gear, drove to the gym, got changed in the locker room and made it to the pool.
I swam for about an hour, I usually get bored after 15 minutes.
Back in the locker room, I enjoyed a nice, warm shower.
The water pressure was just fine.
I drove to my parents house after stopping by a bakery to get something to eat.
It was starting to rain.
I was in the middle of having lunch when I noticed an urgent meeting on my calendar.
Something broke at work and the situation escalated up to D-level management.
Even though I was out of office, I was expected to attend the call.
"Way to ruin my day", I first thought.
I don't know how but I didn't get anxious nor frustrated.
I finished eating and made myself comfortable to take the call.
In the middle of the call, I had to walk to my apartment to get my computer.
Fortunately it was only raining lightly.
After 40 minutes or so, we managed to fix the issue.
People were satisfied and we could all leave to enjoy our weekend.
I had changed clothes and I've put on my favorite raincoat.
It's an English raincoat that my parents gave to me.
I like wearing it, it looks good on me.
I went back to my parents' and enjoyed a cup of tea with my father.
We spoke.
I like speaking with my father.
We share many beliefs and opinions of the world and our society.
He's a devoted catholic.
An Uruguayan poetess wrote: "Because it is rough and ugly, I pity the fig tree".
I live by this quote, it helps me view the world through kinder eyes, just like my father does.
It stuck on me through the years probably because I studied the poem at some point in middle school.
After tea, I went to see my therapist.
We had a good talk.
She tells me about her patients and we discuss mental health.
I ended the day going out to dinner with my parents and brother.
My mother wanted to do something for Valentine's Day.
It was fun.
It had been a week of laying in bed all day,
barely working and eating crap,
abusing Clonazepam to sleep as much as I could.
Today I had a good day.
