Also also not posting Giamatti's paean to baseball here; I know too much baseball history to do anything but utterly despise the man, no matter how purty he writes.
It has been made clear to me that my head has not been right for quite some time, either emotionally or spiritually. I have not been to Mass since Mom's funeral, and I have been growing increasingly depressed in the months since I was fired from Wilbar. I have not been taking care of myself or my environment, and things have gotten really bad over the last few months. So I am going to be making an effort to get right with the Lord and his Catholic church. The Parish of St. Michael at Bolling AFB is history, but there has to be a parish somewhere in Arlington or Alexandria where I fit in and can be a valuable and valued member of the parish.
Related: I need to see a priest and have him lay on the hands, put in the fix, do the healing thing. This is not open for discussion or debate. If you don't believe in this sort of thing, fine, post about it in your own LJ and STFU about it here. I have seen it work. It has worked on me. While I have taken antidepressants before, they have been a last resort to keep me functional and not a solution for the underlying problem, and I want solutions. Those solutions come from faith, and I have none in shrinks; priests, on the other hand, do work. For me. YMMV, and I won't condemn you if something else works better for you.
Thanks are due to P for doing a lot of the heavy lifting in the apartment this past week WRT clearing it of stuff I really should have thrown away in Minnesota. She's also going to be providing some much needed support in the areas of diet and schedule framing.
Finally, major thanks to P, huladavid, RS and Kim for coming to see me in the hospital. It was very, very much appreciated. I would have liked to have seen more of my friends here in DC, but I understand that many of you have families of your own and busy schedules*. Thanks to those of you who wrote even if you were -justifiably- rippng me for letting me get myself into this state. Yes, digex, I'm looking at you. Thank you, man. Thanks to those of you who commented or did wall posts on Facebook, even if I couldn't see them until I got home.
*Or, in some cases, serious aversions to hospitals for very good reasons. It's okay. I understand. You could write, though.
Well, I should be in bed; right now, sitting up is not good for the leg, so I'm going to fill the dishwasher and then go get horizontal.