sun 22 jan 1995 12:00:00 — brookline, ma
seeing a doctor
i've been to the doctor again about the "chest pains" i've been having. he's firmly convinced (after one more ekg) that it's not cardiac, and that i am probably suffering from an anxiety disorder. suggested someone to call at beth israel who can help me find therapy. strangely, he also suggested it may be because of acid (in stomach i assume) and gave me a prescription for zantac or something like that. this is dr. jordan busch i'm talking about. offices located at st paul and beacon in the same bldg as the providence restaurant. so it's very convenient to me. as is beth israel of course.
doctor also wants me to stop drinking alcohol altogether. yeah, right.
last couple of days the pains are lessened. been drinking almost no caffeine, which is bothering me less than i would have expected. into this purple tea from celestial seasonings.
been online these days in the atlantic monthly message boards. much more interesting discussion there than almost anywhere else in aol. posted a couple mini-essays today myself. [...]
finished a version 3.3 of the screenplay "wingaersheek." also working on a short story called "holiday in peenemünde," which turns out to be a piece of weird eroticism.
bill is offering to split mom's leftover money four ways between the kids — which comes precisely at the moment when the irs wants me to pay up.
not bad situation at natbos. enjoyed internal project for "nmd" which we finished at one in the morning on friday night. also did stupid "sand the bunny" commercial for norton sandpaper.