Jan. 7th, 2009

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Ah, pain.
Widespread, aching, throbbing, insane, everywhere and burning.
It got to the point where I did take a Soma, about two hours ago. I was dancing around the kitchen singing, "I wonder if this is how normal people feel." Adam laughed and told me he loved me. It was a night without tension or spasms. I took a Soma tonight, which means I can take another on Friday night or Saturday night, but not both. Twice a week, that's my rule.
I did squats for five whole minutes. I know it was five minutes; I timed it with the stove clock. I need to do more of those.
My gods, people, is this how not being in pain feels? I envy you. Every day for me, it's not "I am in pain!" it's "What kind of pain am I in?"
The problem with a prescription drug -- with any drug, even natural -- is that it is temporary. To get to the source requires a life change. I want to lie down and let the agony and exhaustion wash over me, but I can't I have things to do. I must push past the pain. I have been fighting since the minute I was born, two minutes to midnight. Why stop now?
I am babbling.

I concentrate on silly things. My skin tone is so difficult to match that the only foundations and concealers I can use must be ordered online from stage and theater and mineral cosmetic websites (Cinema Secrets, Ben Nye, Miessence, Cory Cosmetics), and I don't have yellow undertones after all or truly yellow foundations would work for me and they don't. My veins are blue. My skin is fair and porcelain white and rosy. I am neutral with a bare touch of pink. I am a Winter. But I can also wear foundation colors that are designed for pale Asian and pale olive skins. So that is interesting. But I can also tan well. I burn slightly at first and then I become golden. Romanian-Russian gives way to Italian.
Little things, you see. Little, silly things. I love skin care. I love examining a person's face and seeing if her skin is oily, dry, combination, normal, sensitive. I love recommending regimens and products. I love giving facial massages. I love advising. Take care of your skin, I say. You need to do this, but she needs to do that. I want friends to come to me and say, "Help me fix my skin problems."

I concentrate on small things. I have to, or I will effectively lose my mind.

Adam and I had stir fry with beef and string beans. We made brownies and dusted them with honey powder.

He is leaving for Nashville tomorrow.

I concentrate on small things. I have to, or I will effectively lose my mind.

I need to keep myself hopeful, if not happy. Fretting about everything does me no good.
brightrosefox: (Default)
Ah, pain.
Widespread, aching, throbbing, insane, everywhere and burning.
It got to the point where I did take a Soma, about two hours ago. I was dancing around the kitchen singing, "I wonder if this is how normal people feel." Adam laughed and told me he loved me. It was a night without tension or spasms. I took a Soma tonight, which means I can take another on Friday night or Saturday night, but not both. Twice a week, that's my rule.
I did squats for five whole minutes. I know it was five minutes; I timed it with the stove clock. I need to do more of those.
My gods, people, is this how not being in pain feels? I envy you. Every day for me, it's not "I am in pain!" it's "What kind of pain am I in?"
The problem with a prescription drug -- with any drug, even natural -- is that it is temporary. To get to the source requires a life change. I want to lie down and let the agony and exhaustion wash over me, but I can't I have things to do. I must push past the pain. I have been fighting since the minute I was born, two minutes to midnight. Why stop now?
I am babbling.

I concentrate on silly things. My skin tone is so difficult to match that the only foundations and concealers I can use must be ordered online from stage and theater and mineral cosmetic websites (Cinema Secrets, Ben Nye, Miessence, Cory Cosmetics), and I don't have yellow undertones after all or truly yellow foundations would work for me and they don't. My veins are blue. My skin is fair and porcelain white and rosy. I am neutral with a bare touch of pink. I am a Winter. But I can also wear foundation colors that are designed for pale Asian and pale olive skins. So that is interesting. But I can also tan well. I burn slightly at first and then I become golden. Romanian-Russian gives way to Italian.
Little things, you see. Little, silly things. I love skin care. I love examining a person's face and seeing if her skin is oily, dry, combination, normal, sensitive. I love recommending regimens and products. I love giving facial massages. I love advising. Take care of your skin, I say. You need to do this, but she needs to do that. I want friends to come to me and say, "Help me fix my skin problems."

I concentrate on small things. I have to, or I will effectively lose my mind.

Adam and I had stir fry with beef and string beans. We made brownies and dusted them with honey powder.

He is leaving for Nashville tomorrow.

I concentrate on small things. I have to, or I will effectively lose my mind.

I need to keep myself hopeful, if not happy. Fretting about everything does me no good.
brightrosefox: (Default)
Ah, pain.
Widespread, aching, throbbing, insane, everywhere and burning.
It got to the point where I did take a Soma, about two hours ago. I was dancing around the kitchen singing, "I wonder if this is how normal people feel." Adam laughed and told me he loved me. It was a night without tension or spasms. I took a Soma tonight, which means I can take another on Friday night or Saturday night, but not both. Twice a week, that's my rule.
I did squats for five whole minutes. I know it was five minutes; I timed it with the stove clock. I need to do more of those.
My gods, people, is this how not being in pain feels? I envy you. Every day for me, it's not "I am in pain!" it's "What kind of pain am I in?"
The problem with a prescription drug -- with any drug, even natural -- is that it is temporary. To get to the source requires a life change. I want to lie down and let the agony and exhaustion wash over me, but I can't I have things to do. I must push past the pain. I have been fighting since the minute I was born, two minutes to midnight. Why stop now?
I am babbling.

I concentrate on silly things. My skin tone is so difficult to match that the only foundations and concealers I can use must be ordered online from stage and theater and mineral cosmetic websites (Cinema Secrets, Ben Nye, Miessence, Cory Cosmetics), and I don't have yellow undertones after all or truly yellow foundations would work for me and they don't. My veins are blue. My skin is fair and porcelain white and rosy. I am neutral with a bare touch of pink. I am a Winter. But I can also wear foundation colors that are designed for pale Asian and pale olive skins. So that is interesting. But I can also tan well. I burn slightly at first and then I become golden. Romanian-Russian gives way to Italian.
Little things, you see. Little, silly things. I love skin care. I love examining a person's face and seeing if her skin is oily, dry, combination, normal, sensitive. I love recommending regimens and products. I love giving facial massages. I love advising. Take care of your skin, I say. You need to do this, but she needs to do that. I want friends to come to me and say, "Help me fix my skin problems."

I concentrate on small things. I have to, or I will effectively lose my mind.

Adam and I had stir fry with beef and string beans. We made brownies and dusted them with honey powder.

He is leaving for Nashville tomorrow.

I concentrate on small things. I have to, or I will effectively lose my mind.

I need to keep myself hopeful, if not happy. Fretting about everything does me no good.

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