What does age matter?

Married at 24

I just had to post this. What the hell is so shocking about getting married in your early twenties? I know someone who just got married. She's 23; she'll be 24 in December. He's 28. I was at the restaurant for the party. We had cake. She was glowing. They were both ecstatic. They're one of the most awesome couples ever. It wasn't shocking. It was beautiful. It was absolutely perfect and just right.
When I was 24, I had already been in a solid relationship for four years. We knew we'd be getting married. It wasn't shocking. We were married two years later; he's three years older than me. Everyone knew we were going to get married, because we were that perfect for each other. No big deal. What's the difference between 24 and 26, or 23 for that matter?
Besides, didn't it used to be common for women in their early twenties to be married already?

I... I don't understand the point of the article (added: actually, the article itself I like; but the apparent "stigma" of young marriage as being shocking or crazy or weird, I was bothered by).

What does age matter?

Married at 24

I just had to post this. What the hell is so shocking about getting married in your early twenties? I know someone who just got married. She's 23; she'll be 24 in December. He's 28. I was at the restaurant for the party. We had cake. She was glowing. They were both ecstatic. They're one of the most awesome couples ever. It wasn't shocking. It was beautiful. It was absolutely perfect and just right.
When I was 24, I had already been in a solid relationship for four years. We knew we'd be getting married. It wasn't shocking. We were married two years later; he's three years older than me. Everyone knew we were going to get married, because we were that perfect for each other. No big deal. What's the difference between 24 and 26, or 23 for that matter?
Besides, didn't it used to be common for women in their early twenties to be married already?

I... I don't understand the point of the article (added: actually, the article itself I like; but the apparent "stigma" of young marriage as being shocking or crazy or weird, I was bothered by).

What does age matter?

Married at 24

I just had to post this. What the hell is so shocking about getting married in your early twenties? I know someone who just got married. She's 23; she'll be 24 in December. He's 28. I was at the restaurant for the party. We had cake. She was glowing. They were both ecstatic. They're one of the most awesome couples ever. It wasn't shocking. It was beautiful. It was absolutely perfect and just right.
When I was 24, I had already been in a solid relationship for four years. We knew we'd be getting married. It wasn't shocking. We were married two years later; he's three years older than me. Everyone knew we were going to get married, because we were that perfect for each other. No big deal. What's the difference between 24 and 26, or 23 for that matter?
Besides, didn't it used to be common for women in their early twenties to be married already?

I... I don't understand the point of the article (added: actually, the article itself I like; but the apparent "stigma" of young marriage as being shocking or crazy or weird, I was bothered by).

Skin and body random

I'm starting on the CoQ10 this morning at work (the rheumatologist encouraged it), since the bottle finally came (I ordered it on a massive discount with free shipping). Sixty capsules, 100 mg each. It says it can be taken with or without food, preferably with healthy fats for best absorption. Since I don't often eat breakfast at work and at most have a latte with whole milk, or an energy bar, or a banana, I'll take what I can get. I took a pill around nine. I'll see how it helps the fatigue and lack of energy throughout the day. Perhaps I can take it with lunch instead, if it doesn't keep me awake well into the evening. I have not taken another Flexeril since Friday, and so far not bad. Depending on how bad I get by the end of today, I may or may not take it. But isn't it wonderful to know that I could. I also think I found a muscle relaxant/sleep aid that I can take before bed daily, on the days when I don't need the Flexeril: Sleep Naturally. I'll bring it up with the doctor, but it should not interact with anything else I take. I've taken similar products for a while, but this seems better.
I'm also going to eliminate other supplements as I figure out which ones are best for what I want and which ones I no longer need.

On Friday, I gave my boss a bottle of camellia oil (green tea oil) for his sword (he has a special little sword for opening champagne bottles). He came in this morning really happy and amazed, extolling the oil's benefits for the metal and for his hands; his fingers are no longer dry and cracked. I'm amused. I've been using the stuff for years; it is definitely awesome. I started using it in place of hair conditioner in the shower -- applying it before shampoo, rinsing, then shampooing, and then applying a little bit to the ends before ending the shower. Makes my hair extra smooth, soft, strong, and shiny. Also makes my skin really soft and makes it glow like whoa. It's incredibly antioxidant, which is why it keeps metal from rusting, keeps it shiny; which is why it makes skin so healthy.

Feeling very awake right now. A mild burning ache in my legs and arms, but I have enough energy and stamina to push past the pain. Good. Good.
I don't expect the fibro symptoms to completely disappear ever, but this is a good start to pain management.

Skin and body random

I'm starting on the CoQ10 this morning at work (the rheumatologist encouraged it), since the bottle finally came (I ordered it on a massive discount with free shipping). Sixty capsules, 100 mg each. It says it can be taken with or without food, preferably with healthy fats for best absorption. Since I don't often eat breakfast at work and at most have a latte with whole milk, or an energy bar, or a banana, I'll take what I can get. I took a pill around nine. I'll see how it helps the fatigue and lack of energy throughout the day. Perhaps I can take it with lunch instead, if it doesn't keep me awake well into the evening. I have not taken another Flexeril since Friday, and so far not bad. Depending on how bad I get by the end of today, I may or may not take it. But isn't it wonderful to know that I could. I also think I found a muscle relaxant/sleep aid that I can take before bed daily, on the days when I don't need the Flexeril: Sleep Naturally. I'll bring it up with the doctor, but it should not interact with anything else I take. I've taken similar products for a while, but this seems better.
I'm also going to eliminate other supplements as I figure out which ones are best for what I want and which ones I no longer need.

On Friday, I gave my boss a bottle of camellia oil (green tea oil) for his sword (he has a special little sword for opening champagne bottles). He came in this morning really happy and amazed, extolling the oil's benefits for the metal and for his hands; his fingers are no longer dry and cracked. I'm amused. I've been using the stuff for years; it is definitely awesome. I started using it in place of hair conditioner in the shower -- applying it before shampoo, rinsing, then shampooing, and then applying a little bit to the ends before ending the shower. Makes my hair extra smooth, soft, strong, and shiny. Also makes my skin really soft and makes it glow like whoa. It's incredibly antioxidant, which is why it keeps metal from rusting, keeps it shiny; which is why it makes skin so healthy.

Feeling very awake right now. A mild burning ache in my legs and arms, but I have enough energy and stamina to push past the pain. Good. Good.
I don't expect the fibro symptoms to completely disappear ever, but this is a good start to pain management.

Skin and body random

I'm starting on the CoQ10 this morning at work (the rheumatologist encouraged it), since the bottle finally came (I ordered it on a massive discount with free shipping). Sixty capsules, 100 mg each. It says it can be taken with or without food, preferably with healthy fats for best absorption. Since I don't often eat breakfast at work and at most have a latte with whole milk, or an energy bar, or a banana, I'll take what I can get. I took a pill around nine. I'll see how it helps the fatigue and lack of energy throughout the day. Perhaps I can take it with lunch instead, if it doesn't keep me awake well into the evening. I have not taken another Flexeril since Friday, and so far not bad. Depending on how bad I get by the end of today, I may or may not take it. But isn't it wonderful to know that I could. I also think I found a muscle relaxant/sleep aid that I can take before bed daily, on the days when I don't need the Flexeril: Sleep Naturally. I'll bring it up with the doctor, but it should not interact with anything else I take. I've taken similar products for a while, but this seems better.
I'm also going to eliminate other supplements as I figure out which ones are best for what I want and which ones I no longer need.

On Friday, I gave my boss a bottle of camellia oil (green tea oil) for his sword (he has a special little sword for opening champagne bottles). He came in this morning really happy and amazed, extolling the oil's benefits for the metal and for his hands; his fingers are no longer dry and cracked. I'm amused. I've been using the stuff for years; it is definitely awesome. I started using it in place of hair conditioner in the shower -- applying it before shampoo, rinsing, then shampooing, and then applying a little bit to the ends before ending the shower. Makes my hair extra smooth, soft, strong, and shiny. Also makes my skin really soft and makes it glow like whoa. It's incredibly antioxidant, which is why it keeps metal from rusting, keeps it shiny; which is why it makes skin so healthy.

Feeling very awake right now. A mild burning ache in my legs and arms, but I have enough energy and stamina to push past the pain. Good. Good.
I don't expect the fibro symptoms to completely disappear ever, but this is a good start to pain management.

Fall(ing)

Oh, look: The barometer is falling.
This would explain a few things: Why my nose is bleeding, why my sinuses want to leap screaming out of my skull, why my head feels like it is caving in, why there are flashing colors and wavy lines in front of my eyes for no reason.
Hello, weather-induced migraine! So not happy to see you.
I have medicine. I take medicine. Yes.

Fall(ing)

Oh, look: The barometer is falling.
This would explain a few things: Why my nose is bleeding, why my sinuses want to leap screaming out of my skull, why my head feels like it is caving in, why there are flashing colors and wavy lines in front of my eyes for no reason.
Hello, weather-induced migraine! So not happy to see you.
I have medicine. I take medicine. Yes.

Fall(ing)

Oh, look: The barometer is falling.
This would explain a few things: Why my nose is bleeding, why my sinuses want to leap screaming out of my skull, why my head feels like it is caving in, why there are flashing colors and wavy lines in front of my eyes for no reason.
Hello, weather-induced migraine! So not happy to see you.
I have medicine. I take medicine. Yes.

the dog days begin

All this week, Adam is working at the Hyatt Regency on Capitol Hill. The hotel is within walking distance from Union Station. In the mornings, we will drive into DC together and he will drop me off in front of my office building at the corner of 8th and G streets. At the end of my day, I will take the train to Union Station. I'll walk to New Jersey Avenue, to the hotel, and meet Adam in the conference room he is setting up the computers in.
Today was day one, of course. After heading out of Union Station, I went the opposite way, as I have an abysmal sense of direction and cannot often remember which way to turn. I was still able to find the hotel, it just took me longer and I took an unnecessary route. Compounding this was the heat and humidity, the classic Maryland August AAAUGHHH OH GOD NO MY EYEBALLS ARE FRYING dog day ninety-five degree weather. By the time I got to the Hyatt, my foundation had begun to melt on my face, my eyes felt poached, my blouse was drenched, and I wished I had my inhaler.
Tomorrow, when I get out of Union Station, I'm taking that right turn.

Oh, and the migraine has eased. It still hasn't rained, but I can hope.

the dog days begin

All this week, Adam is working at the Hyatt Regency on Capitol Hill. The hotel is within walking distance from Union Station. In the mornings, we will drive into DC together and he will drop me off in front of my office building at the corner of 8th and G streets. At the end of my day, I will take the train to Union Station. I'll walk to New Jersey Avenue, to the hotel, and meet Adam in the conference room he is setting up the computers in.
Today was day one, of course. After heading out of Union Station, I went the opposite way, as I have an abysmal sense of direction and cannot often remember which way to turn. I was still able to find the hotel, it just took me longer and I took an unnecessary route. Compounding this was the heat and humidity, the classic Maryland August AAAUGHHH OH GOD NO MY EYEBALLS ARE FRYING dog day ninety-five degree weather. By the time I got to the Hyatt, my foundation had begun to melt on my face, my eyes felt poached, my blouse was drenched, and I wished I had my inhaler.
Tomorrow, when I get out of Union Station, I'm taking that right turn.

Oh, and the migraine has eased. It still hasn't rained, but I can hope.

the dog days begin

All this week, Adam is working at the Hyatt Regency on Capitol Hill. The hotel is within walking distance from Union Station. In the mornings, we will drive into DC together and he will drop me off in front of my office building at the corner of 8th and G streets. At the end of my day, I will take the train to Union Station. I'll walk to New Jersey Avenue, to the hotel, and meet Adam in the conference room he is setting up the computers in.
Today was day one, of course. After heading out of Union Station, I went the opposite way, as I have an abysmal sense of direction and cannot often remember which way to turn. I was still able to find the hotel, it just took me longer and I took an unnecessary route. Compounding this was the heat and humidity, the classic Maryland August AAAUGHHH OH GOD NO MY EYEBALLS ARE FRYING dog day ninety-five degree weather. By the time I got to the Hyatt, my foundation had begun to melt on my face, my eyes felt poached, my blouse was drenched, and I wished I had my inhaler.
Tomorrow, when I get out of Union Station, I'm taking that right turn.

Oh, and the migraine has eased. It still hasn't rained, but I can hope.