I went 'commando' home from the pool last night. Oopsie. Every now and then, I seem to forget something essential for a successful pool visit. Today, I forgot to bring my beach towel (very absorbent) with me to the lido. Luckily, I had stashed in the trunk of my car a bath towel for just such an emergency.
I have worked my way up to swimming a mile in the pool each visit. It takes me approx. an hour to achieve this small feat. I am really pleased with myself for being able to swim this distance. The majority of the mile has me swimming the crawl, but I mix in a bit of back stroke and kick board (leg) work. I don't feel much stronger in the leg department yet, but I do feel that my upper back muscles are a bit more pronounced-looking than before. My posture--I have been a years' long sloucher--seems to have improved a bit, so that's great.
I was supposed to have had an intake appointment with a therapist this afternoon at 4p. At twenty minutes to four, I got a call from a phone no. I didn't recognize. I took the call. It was the therapist calling to ask if I'd already 'left the house'. (I hadn't come from home, but never mind.) The therapist's office is in Japantown. I live across town, so no where near Japantown. If I had actually waited until 20 minutes to four to leave the house, then I would have missed our appt. entirely. I did not tell her this, however. I told her that I was 'a bit early' and already outside her building.
She told me that she had great concern that one of her clients was suicidal and that she was very concerned for this person's well-being. Frankly, this information is not my business, but, of course, I understood that she needed to attend to this person. 'Can I reschedule with you?' She told me that the rescheduled session would be gratis. She continued: 'I am really worried about this person. Just thinking about it--I feel my blood pressure rise.' Again, this is neither my business nor my concern. And the freebie offer felt a bit tacky, to be honest. She really seemed to keen to get to me to reschedule with her right then, but all I wanted to do was hang up and go to the pool. So that's what I told her. She said she'd ring tomorrow to book another intake session with me. I don't think I will take her call.
I leave you with a picture of the building in which my appt. would have taken place. -not too shabby, eh?