Yes, old Stacy Solomon will no doubt call me back for an appt. tomorrow.  She is the lung transplant social worker.  I just talked to Jeff yesterday and he reiterated his willingness to help in any way possible.  I gotta say thank God for friends who stick with you even when maybe they have an excuse not to.  I would never be making it back to my profession without his help.  Then I got Hal, whom you met.  He's a nut for sure, but a pretty quality moral person and friend.  Chris is the other one, and I have no doubt he will be a good support guy when it comes down to it. 

For some strange reason, Chris feels the need to get all alpha male when it comes to his brothers.  I see it even more clearly in his dealings with Jon, than with me.  I'm not sure if you remember last year at the clam place when Chris just went off on Jon for having an opinion about something that was not the same as his, but it was pretty strange to witness.  I'm less confident that he is being nutso in his dealings with me, cuz I could be aggravating him too.  But you must have seen him just kind of roll over me when he wants something his way.  They say you never really grow up when it comes to your immediate family, and I guess that's true.  Chris has the need to "get over" on other people, as my black friend used to say.  It can be the silliest thing in the world, but as long as he comes out one up, he's happy.  Otherwise, nope.  Not to be interfering with your relationship, but it is something you might want to keep in mind as well.  I could give you the developmental psychodynamic causes I suspect are at the root of all this, but you can probably figure that out for yourself.

I scanned a copy of our card in the attachment.  Didn't get them yet, maybe tomorrow.  I picked out the head full of gears logo, as it reflects what we do, testing the machinery of the brain, so to speak.  I dunno how much business we will get from this effort, but Jeff likes the idea, so I'll go along.  We'll still get referrals from docs and the hospital.  That reminds me, I gotta see about getting back my privileges at the local hospital I was an associate at.  I'm getting all kinds of emails from my various insurance companies now.  It feels like I'm in a kind of a countdown to a return to normal life, scheduled to commence 1/1/2013.  I'm really not that sure I can be effective enough to get the job done these days, but only one way to find out.  Worst case scenario is I continue to live in a hand to mouth way on my disability.  It's nice that they let you try to get back to work for a year before you have to make a decision about giving up the support.  So any money I make, will be in addition to my monthly stipend now, for a year anyway.  Also, I just got a notice that because of something or other, my food stamp benefits are going up by 67 bucks a month starting the 13th of  Nov. Yay.  I also have my Obamaphone, and my Obamaglasses for free.  All I need now is an Obamapartment.  I may have to wait more than 2 years for that though, assuming I'm still alive at that point.

Thanks for asking about the treadmill.  Yah I did my 30 minutes, but only once today.  I usually try to do it twice.  When I was out today, it was pretty bad, I gotta say.  The rawness of the weather affects me I think, and maybe I didn't get out all the phlegm I should have before going out.  I had a major coughing fit at the self serve gas station, to the point I thought that maybe my fellow customers were going to call 911.  I think maybe the fumes contributed to my distress.  Maybe I should just go to places where they pump your gas for you.  Then I practically had a panic attack in the liquor store.  I got some Svensk vodka to go with my orange juice, and it was on sale, and also had a 5 dollar rebate.  But I was  so fucked up, I forgot to make the guy give me the receipt from the cash register so I could send in for the rebate.  Hey, five bucks is five bucks.  So I had to go back and wait while he went through all the recent purchases, but I did get it.  I know.  Maybe I shouldn't be buying vodka in my condition.  You could have a point...

So I'm happy to have this communication with you.  My therapist keeps after me to maintain a blog of my thoughts and experiences, but I haven't been able to do that, cuz who would ever be interested in such a thing?  I see now that that's not really the point.  By the way, I have a hard time with him sometimes, cuz he tends to interrupt my stories and give me a long dissertation on whatever he is thinking about that day.  Then because of my memory dysfunction, I don't even know what the fuck I was talking about.  The other day, yesterday actually,  I just told him, hey it's your job to listen to ME.  It's funny, cuz he almost uses our sessions to validate himself in my eyes, seeing that I'm a Ph.D. psychologist and he's a social worker.  To his credit, at the end he did apologize for interrupting me and all, so I said that's OK, I know you have your needs too.  Not sure if he got it.  Anyway, to write, you have to kind of organize your thoughts a little bit.  You might even do some planning and accomplish things you otherwise might not.  I see that my google account has a provision for making a blog, and I think I will look into that.  Although I have to confess to being something of a narcissist, I am realistic enough to know that nobody really cares about my life, so I don't know what I would do with such a blog.  Maybe you just make it on google, then not tell anybody, so nobody has to read it.  That might work.

I don't think of you as a nag at all.  I am actually very grateful to find that you have an interest in my life, and it can only help to have you keep reminding me about things...  You are kind of a very sharp little sister to me, or maybe a favorite niece, considering our ages.  Whatever the outcome, I'm glad to have met you and to talk to you.  I'm not a guy with so many people who care about him that I can afford to throw away those few who do.