Surviving a Tsunami

The pictures are horrific. I did not see them until late tonight, and I could not stop watching. I wondered if the places I visited have survived, if the people I knew, the homes I stayed in, are still there. I was in Kyoto, Tokyo and a small town called Maizuru on the coast, where I learned how to waterski and ate sea urchins at the beach. I switched off the television when I found myself in tears, and Maya started reacting too. I am not sure I have ever seen anything so terrifying.

The day proved to be exhausting, and when I woke up I knew it was going to be challenging, so I enjoyed my time with Maya while driving her to school, and visited with Emily for breakfast at the Evergreen Cafe, avoiding any thought of what was to come. I did have a patient to see, but was preoccupied the whole hour with my impending visit to the police station. I have discovered yesterday that a longtime patient had been forging my prescriptions. In November, I had reported her to the police, but since she lived in the city and passed off her prescription at a pharmacy in the city, so the county police, whom I reported her to, were unable to go to the city to arrest her. This time she went to a pharmacy in the county, so the police reassured me that she would be charged and my concerns would be taken seriously. We shall see... I spent less time than expected at the police station, but the experience was distressing, and I felt relieved but depressed afterward.

My cleaning lady complained that the kitchen was so dirty she had to work on it for two hours. Eric had been baking bread nightly and there were crumbs everywhere. She complains every time she cleans, and I want to tell her it is her job to clean and that is what she is paid for. Eric had been urging me to fire her and find someone who is happier about cleaning, but I have been too lazy to search for someone new.

My mood was grey and the day was grey. Thankfully it was not raining and the basement was drier. We had Indian food for dinner and went to the Senator Theatre to see 'Rango', which was mildly entertaining and thankfully did not offend Maya. It is a challenge to find good films that suit her too.