The city psychologist / homeless outreach... that has visited me before, stopped by this morning. I've kept him copied on key posts regarding the death fast, and my work, these last few weeks since he and another visited.
My life these last 10 years, in the non-business world, has taught me the slow, relentless, consistent lesson that it is stunningly hard to tell who someone is. I'm not lauding the business world, but it is a world of metrics way more than the world I've been in these last 10 years ago. In the business world people are constantly, monthly, quarterly up against metrics, and something of them is reavealed in how they perform - something significant - enough so that a large portion of who they are can be discerned, to themselves, let alone to and by others. This difficulty in discernment is rarely a matter of intended deceit. It is a matter that knowing ourselves, let alone others, is a massively intense, complex, demanding, difficult effort which rarely we make, and which we rarely have help, or helpful information in.
What's that diversion all about Loving? Maybe nothing.
In any case, what appeared to me to be genuine kindness, respect (as a fellow human being), concern... from this Homeless Outreach fellow, was deeply nice this morning. We talked, well, I talked, he listened, for about 10-15 minutes. He brought a potassium rich drink - 19% rda, woohoo.
It so happened that last night was night #2 of major pain attack - abdominal http://jesusgodgoodetcnjay.blogspot.com/2012/09/gwdf2-d14b-pain-attacks-rob-last-night.html . And it has continued throughout the day. Pretty miserable and very debilitating. In our brief dialog I related this to the kind man. 'Maybe I can get things straightened out for you regarding the insurance.' It is through his help that I have Medicaid in the first place, and food stamps. 'I don't want you to suffer through the weekend. Maybe I can help today.' I didn't think these were empty words, but I also had no expectations.
I just heard from him via email. He worked with my kind doctor, they determined that the drug store didn't have my correct insurance information - and the drug store was so engaged in being nasty to me they never bothered to say so, twice - and doctor Cardile straightened it out today.
I've been quite ill since last night, in much pain, am fairly exhasted. This was a really, really, really nice lift.
Thank you both.
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