Howdy Folks !   Well, I've got one part-time job and I've got another on the stove !

  The job I have is playing piano at an old age home and I'm really enjoying it.

I started last week and although it took a while to learn some of the old songs, I think I've got a grip on them now              They have a dementia ward at the place where I play and it does my heart good knowing that I'm hopefully bringing some joy into those people's lives.          My step-father has dementia so I'm hoping that I can learn about this illness first - hand.          The home itself is very nice.    It's privately owned with a lavish decor, the pets and music make it seem so peaceful.  Nurse are everywhere and everyone seems to have lots of personal attention and TLC. 

  I played for forty minutes minutes last week, with my play-list going from" It's a Long Way to Tipperary" to" Old Clementine".       I got an enthusiastic response, some people singing along others clapping or applauding when I finished.     I going to enjoy Wednesday evenings.

   There is another job I'm looking into, and though it may take a while to get it, I think it will be fun.    It involves PR work for a commercial farm just outside of town.    I have a wonderful job-coach at a vocational employment service and he will be able to work out the details.    Some work will have to be my own, however.  I am in the process of getting a pardon for some  crimes that I did thirty years ago.    The most serious of these was possession of marijuana so it should be easy.     But government moves slowly so it will be a few months before it goes through.        Luckily, the PR job will wait.

Meanwhile, I'm waiting but on a completely different issue.

I've had several attacks of acute paranoia in the last couple of months and I didn't have the resources to deal with them.        I thought of putting myself in hospital but I was too scared to use the phone.       I took my prescribed PRN but in each case I got no relief.     They ended after two or three hours, each of them.

When I saw my psychiatrist this week, after a few other checks, she found out what had happened.      In order to cut costs, our wonderful Canadian Government had put me on a form of Zyprexa that she did not prescribe.    I take 50/mg day of that drug so the change hit me pretty hard.    Anyway, to make a long story short, she has applied for the special govt approval to have me on the form that works best for me.   I'm just waiting now.