Freya's Day, concerns, and random goodness

It's Friday already? When did that happen? My week zoomed by.
I am preparing myself to have a long and hard talk with a dear friend and I'm not sure how to go about it, except gently: I love you, and I feel that you should see a therapist, and I know you hate therapists, but you just need to find the one that works best with you. You've been through so much horror and abuse all your life, you need to release all that pain and fear and mistrust, or you'll never get past it.
Adam and I also had a talk, and he may be coming to a decision that I have been worried about making, but like pretty much everyone has been saying, it needs to be made one way or the other. We're waiting until the end of the month, when he comes home.
There are times when I feel so childish. Innocent and naive and stumbling and tactless and with my foot covered in sugar so it's constantly in my mouth. I don't know what to do some days.
If I ever say anything to you that makes you snarl, tell me.
I get way too emotionally involved in everything... No clue how to properly confront people... sometimes I wonder if I am a bad friend; and then I snap myself out of it.

On a lighter note:
Best stuff ever:
Bolthouse Farms Perfectly Protein Mocha Cappuccino with Whey Protein
Bom Dia Acai Berry with Pomegranate Juice
Sambazon Acai Rio Energy Juice
Goji Juice with pomegranate, blueberry, and aronia juices
I have discovered that I can indeed wear blue eyeshadow. It just has to be a very pale, light, subtle, almost silvery blue. I like Maybelline's eyeshadow single in Blue Blazes. I also like their Enchanted Forest quad and Grey Matters duo.
Rhassoul clay is the greatest exfoliating mask clay ever. Also makes an amazing shampoo.
Moor mud and dead sea mud are also awesome, but in mud form.
I've started taking six grams of spirulina in tablet form daily. It seems to keep my energy levels up nicely!

Freya's Day, concerns, and random goodness

It's Friday already? When did that happen? My week zoomed by.
I am preparing myself to have a long and hard talk with a dear friend and I'm not sure how to go about it, except gently: I love you, and I feel that you should see a therapist, and I know you hate therapists, but you just need to find the one that works best with you. You've been through so much horror and abuse all your life, you need to release all that pain and fear and mistrust, or you'll never get past it.
Adam and I also had a talk, and he may be coming to a decision that I have been worried about making, but like pretty much everyone has been saying, it needs to be made one way or the other. We're waiting until the end of the month, when he comes home.
There are times when I feel so childish. Innocent and naive and stumbling and tactless and with my foot covered in sugar so it's constantly in my mouth. I don't know what to do some days.
If I ever say anything to you that makes you snarl, tell me.
I get way too emotionally involved in everything... No clue how to properly confront people... sometimes I wonder if I am a bad friend; and then I snap myself out of it.

On a lighter note:
Best stuff ever:
Bolthouse Farms Perfectly Protein Mocha Cappuccino with Whey Protein
Bom Dia Acai Berry with Pomegranate Juice
Sambazon Acai Rio Energy Juice
Goji Juice with pomegranate, blueberry, and aronia juices
I have discovered that I can indeed wear blue eyeshadow. It just has to be a very pale, light, subtle, almost silvery blue. I like Maybelline's eyeshadow single in Blue Blazes. I also like their Enchanted Forest quad and Grey Matters duo.
Rhassoul clay is the greatest exfoliating mask clay ever. Also makes an amazing shampoo.
Moor mud and dead sea mud are also awesome, but in mud form.
I've started taking six grams of spirulina in tablet form daily. It seems to keep my energy levels up nicely!

Freya's Day, concerns, and random goodness

It's Friday already? When did that happen? My week zoomed by.
I am preparing myself to have a long and hard talk with a dear friend and I'm not sure how to go about it, except gently: I love you, and I feel that you should see a therapist, and I know you hate therapists, but you just need to find the one that works best with you. You've been through so much horror and abuse all your life, you need to release all that pain and fear and mistrust, or you'll never get past it.
Adam and I also had a talk, and he may be coming to a decision that I have been worried about making, but like pretty much everyone has been saying, it needs to be made one way or the other. We're waiting until the end of the month, when he comes home.
There are times when I feel so childish. Innocent and naive and stumbling and tactless and with my foot covered in sugar so it's constantly in my mouth. I don't know what to do some days.
If I ever say anything to you that makes you snarl, tell me.
I get way too emotionally involved in everything... No clue how to properly confront people... sometimes I wonder if I am a bad friend; and then I snap myself out of it.

On a lighter note:
Best stuff ever:
Bolthouse Farms Perfectly Protein Mocha Cappuccino with Whey Protein
Bom Dia Acai Berry with Pomegranate Juice
Sambazon Acai Rio Energy Juice
Goji Juice with pomegranate, blueberry, and aronia juices
I have discovered that I can indeed wear blue eyeshadow. It just has to be a very pale, light, subtle, almost silvery blue. I like Maybelline's eyeshadow single in Blue Blazes. I also like their Enchanted Forest quad and Grey Matters duo.
Rhassoul clay is the greatest exfoliating mask clay ever. Also makes an amazing shampoo.
Moor mud and dead sea mud are also awesome, but in mud form.
I've started taking six grams of spirulina in tablet form daily. It seems to keep my energy levels up nicely!

When life is a soap opera

My friend is actually doing much better than I thought. She's taking baby steps toward getting therapy and figuring herself out. More lies and more lies from her family, more betrayal, more abuse, more anger. She's working on her severe trust issues. But I am happy, because she is letting down her shields and she's readying herself to confront those who have hurt her, to really let herself come clean and free. Good girl. Fucking family. No wonder she calls me her sister. But I am very very relieved and impressed. Still angry as fuck about how her relatives are assholes, but hey.
I feel really bad for my roommate. He needs a new job fast. He still can't pay rent. Send good thoughts and optimism, please.

I went to Whole Foods after work and found something fantastic: 365 Nutrient Enhanced Water. Tropical Punch Power with Goji Berry, Aronia Juice and Acerola. 99 cents per bottle. Whole Foods, I love you. I know, it's not much, but it's something. It's goji.
I also decided to buy a chicken quesadilla, which I can heat up in the convection toaster oven, and a huge caprese sandwich, which pleased me. And, of course, another bottle of Bolthouse Farms Mocha Cappucino and a bottle of Bom Dia Acai Pomegranate juice. At home, I called Charlotte to say hello and offer my home up for visiting over the weekend. Found out that Adam was safely in Santa Rosa and setting up. All is well.

Still madly in love with LaurenBrookeMinerals.com's Anti-Aging Moisturizer. It appears to have optical deflectors and makes my skin look incredibly smooth and it has this nice powdery feel. And it smells like sacred lotus, passionflower, pomegranate, rose, frankincense, myrrh, grapefruit, and blood orange. Divine and transcending. It could almost be a faint perfume. Comes in a handy plastic tube, like a giant lip balm. Fits right in my purse. Yay skin.

When life is a soap opera

My friend is actually doing much better than I thought. She's taking baby steps toward getting therapy and figuring herself out. More lies and more lies from her family, more betrayal, more abuse, more anger. She's working on her severe trust issues. But I am happy, because she is letting down her shields and she's readying herself to confront those who have hurt her, to really let herself come clean and free. Good girl. Fucking family. No wonder she calls me her sister. But I am very very relieved and impressed. Still angry as fuck about how her relatives are assholes, but hey.
I feel really bad for my roommate. He needs a new job fast. He still can't pay rent. Send good thoughts and optimism, please.

I went to Whole Foods after work and found something fantastic: 365 Nutrient Enhanced Water. Tropical Punch Power with Goji Berry, Aronia Juice and Acerola. 99 cents per bottle. Whole Foods, I love you. I know, it's not much, but it's something. It's goji.
I also decided to buy a chicken quesadilla, which I can heat up in the convection toaster oven, and a huge caprese sandwich, which pleased me. And, of course, another bottle of Bolthouse Farms Mocha Cappucino and a bottle of Bom Dia Acai Pomegranate juice. At home, I called Charlotte to say hello and offer my home up for visiting over the weekend. Found out that Adam was safely in Santa Rosa and setting up. All is well.

Still madly in love with LaurenBrookeMinerals.com's Anti-Aging Moisturizer. It appears to have optical deflectors and makes my skin look incredibly smooth and it has this nice powdery feel. And it smells like sacred lotus, passionflower, pomegranate, rose, frankincense, myrrh, grapefruit, and blood orange. Divine and transcending. It could almost be a faint perfume. Comes in a handy plastic tube, like a giant lip balm. Fits right in my purse. Yay skin.

When life is a soap opera

My friend is actually doing much better than I thought. She's taking baby steps toward getting therapy and figuring herself out. More lies and more lies from her family, more betrayal, more abuse, more anger. She's working on her severe trust issues. But I am happy, because she is letting down her shields and she's readying herself to confront those who have hurt her, to really let herself come clean and free. Good girl. Fucking family. No wonder she calls me her sister. But I am very very relieved and impressed. Still angry as fuck about how her relatives are assholes, but hey.
I feel really bad for my roommate. He needs a new job fast. He still can't pay rent. Send good thoughts and optimism, please.

I went to Whole Foods after work and found something fantastic: 365 Nutrient Enhanced Water. Tropical Punch Power with Goji Berry, Aronia Juice and Acerola. 99 cents per bottle. Whole Foods, I love you. I know, it's not much, but it's something. It's goji.
I also decided to buy a chicken quesadilla, which I can heat up in the convection toaster oven, and a huge caprese sandwich, which pleased me. And, of course, another bottle of Bolthouse Farms Mocha Cappucino and a bottle of Bom Dia Acai Pomegranate juice. At home, I called Charlotte to say hello and offer my home up for visiting over the weekend. Found out that Adam was safely in Santa Rosa and setting up. All is well.

Still madly in love with LaurenBrookeMinerals.com's Anti-Aging Moisturizer. It appears to have optical deflectors and makes my skin look incredibly smooth and it has this nice powdery feel. And it smells like sacred lotus, passionflower, pomegranate, rose, frankincense, myrrh, grapefruit, and blood orange. Divine and transcending. It could almost be a faint perfume. Comes in a handy plastic tube, like a giant lip balm. Fits right in my purse. Yay skin.

answering fibromyalgia

I like that fibromyalgia has become a recognized condition enough to warrant a bunch of TV commercials about Lyrica. I'm just a little puzzled that they don't show how it can affect people under forty. Every person shown in those commercials looks to be well over forty.
But hey, it's out there. That's good!
I have been reading studies that show how other anti-epilepsy drugs -- like Trileptal -- might be helpful for fibro. That is better. The Trileptal has worked wonderfully for my TLE seizures, so I can only hope it someday gets approved for my fibro flares.

Something that seriously irritates me is when I'm told, or when I hear:
"You probably don't have a bad case of fibro if you can climb stairs/do Pilates/run/walk a mile/jump up and down etc etc etc."
"I don't believe you have fibromyalgia. You're not in pain right now, you look just fine."
"Maybe it's not fibro. It could be anything. Maybe you're just really stressed."
"Fibromyalgia is a made-up condition. You're just lazy."
"I hurt worse than you. You have no idea what it's like. I suffer more than you do."
"Are you doing this to get attention? Because that makes you a horrible person."

And normally, my mental replies are:
"Fibro is different for each person. I have bad days and I have good days. Come see me on a bad day and then we'll talk."
"I am always in pain. I just try not to show it. Especially not right now."
"I dunno, four different doctors and a specialist seem to agree that it's fibro; I'd rather follow their advice than yours."
"And you're just ignorant."
"Yes, the universe revolves around you. Nobody has it worse than you. Just keep thinking that and you'll get far in life."
"Why would I want this? Nobody wants this kind of pain and fatigue. And besides, attention makes me nervous."

In other news, my chicken quesadilla from Whole Foods was delicious. It had asparagus.

answering fibromyalgia

I like that fibromyalgia has become a recognized condition enough to warrant a bunch of TV commercials about Lyrica. I'm just a little puzzled that they don't show how it can affect people under forty. Every person shown in those commercials looks to be well over forty.
But hey, it's out there. That's good!
I have been reading studies that show how other anti-epilepsy drugs -- like Trileptal -- might be helpful for fibro. That is better. The Trileptal has worked wonderfully for my TLE seizures, so I can only hope it someday gets approved for my fibro flares.

Something that seriously irritates me is when I'm told, or when I hear:
"You probably don't have a bad case of fibro if you can climb stairs/do Pilates/run/walk a mile/jump up and down etc etc etc."
"I don't believe you have fibromyalgia. You're not in pain right now, you look just fine."
"Maybe it's not fibro. It could be anything. Maybe you're just really stressed."
"Fibromyalgia is a made-up condition. You're just lazy."
"I hurt worse than you. You have no idea what it's like. I suffer more than you do."
"Are you doing this to get attention? Because that makes you a horrible person."

And normally, my mental replies are:
"Fibro is different for each person. I have bad days and I have good days. Come see me on a bad day and then we'll talk."
"I am always in pain. I just try not to show it. Especially not right now."
"I dunno, four different doctors and a specialist seem to agree that it's fibro; I'd rather follow their advice than yours."
"And you're just ignorant."
"Yes, the universe revolves around you. Nobody has it worse than you. Just keep thinking that and you'll get far in life."
"Why would I want this? Nobody wants this kind of pain and fatigue. And besides, attention makes me nervous."

In other news, my chicken quesadilla from Whole Foods was delicious. It had asparagus.

answering fibromyalgia

I like that fibromyalgia has become a recognized condition enough to warrant a bunch of TV commercials about Lyrica. I'm just a little puzzled that they don't show how it can affect people under forty. Every person shown in those commercials looks to be well over forty.
But hey, it's out there. That's good!
I have been reading studies that show how other anti-epilepsy drugs -- like Trileptal -- might be helpful for fibro. That is better. The Trileptal has worked wonderfully for my TLE seizures, so I can only hope it someday gets approved for my fibro flares.

Something that seriously irritates me is when I'm told, or when I hear:
"You probably don't have a bad case of fibro if you can climb stairs/do Pilates/run/walk a mile/jump up and down etc etc etc."
"I don't believe you have fibromyalgia. You're not in pain right now, you look just fine."
"Maybe it's not fibro. It could be anything. Maybe you're just really stressed."
"Fibromyalgia is a made-up condition. You're just lazy."
"I hurt worse than you. You have no idea what it's like. I suffer more than you do."
"Are you doing this to get attention? Because that makes you a horrible person."

And normally, my mental replies are:
"Fibro is different for each person. I have bad days and I have good days. Come see me on a bad day and then we'll talk."
"I am always in pain. I just try not to show it. Especially not right now."
"I dunno, four different doctors and a specialist seem to agree that it's fibro; I'd rather follow their advice than yours."
"And you're just ignorant."
"Yes, the universe revolves around you. Nobody has it worse than you. Just keep thinking that and you'll get far in life."
"Why would I want this? Nobody wants this kind of pain and fatigue. And besides, attention makes me nervous."

In other news, my chicken quesadilla from Whole Foods was delicious. It had asparagus.