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brightrosefoxI have all sorts of tea in the kitchen. I mean everything from various kinds of green, black, and oolong to fruity, herbal, healing, antioxidant, and beyond. Moringa tea is fantastic.
The one I keep coming back to is Soap Soleil's Sea Buckthorn Berry Blend Cocktail (Red Rooibos, Honeybush, Hibuscus, Chamomile, Rosehips,Goji Berries, Pomegranate Fruit Powder, Linden Leaf, Orange and Grapefruit powders, Bilberry, Elderberry, Date Sugar,Roses, Natural Sea Buckthorn Powder, Ginger, Raspberry Leaves, Currents, Blackberries, Cranberries, Blueberries).
It's... it's everything amazing. I adore it so. One tea bag is equal to two normal bags. I will put two such bags in a pitcher, boil water, pour the water into the pitcher, and let it sit for hours until it becomes dark red.
One time on Facebook, I exclaimed over how much I love red rooibos alone, and the only comments I got were "I hate roobios, I prefer X tea." Really? Really? Why do people do that? I don't care if you hate my choice of tea, but it's rather rude to announce it on a buoyant post extolling enjoyment.
*shrug* Whatever. Fuck it. I have learned to let it all slide by. Try to walk a mile in my shoes, I will try to walk a mile in yours. But let us keep the bickering to a minimum, shall we? Although yes, one of my pet peeves will always be when people post irrelevant, meaningless, or annoyingly negative comments just because it strikes them. The things people said when I announced I was starting Zoloft last year were unbelievable. There is email and messaging for that, oy.
My visit with my primary physician went extremely well. Their office has been working with medical students, and so I first saw a young man named Greg, who was delighted and highly attentive, even as I apologized for dumping so much information on him about my disabilities and chronic pains. His sympathetic face was true and sweet and empathetic. I wanted to hug him and tell him I would be fine, really, I would get through it. When I said that chronic pain was my normal I thought he was going to offer me a hug. When he helped me down from the table at the end, he held my hand tight and supported my back carefully, for which I was grateful. He'll make a wonderful physician. Dr. Carolyn is extremely down to earth and straight-forward. She is not a strong advocate of supplements, but she supports the idea as long as other doctors, like my neurologist, say it's fine. She and Greg were extremely pleased that I was doing well enough on my strongest drugs, Soma and codeine, with no dependency nor hint of addiction, and they were very irritated that people online have been harrassing me over the drugs I take, like the Zoloft and the Klonopin. Dear self-righteous judgemental humans, brains work differently, and what is mine is not yours, thank fuck.
I need to make an appointment soon with my neurologist, Dr. Debbie, because I have been having so many breakthrough seizures related purely to emotional states along with physical and mental stress. Dr. Debbie will be unhappy and will probably increase the Trileptal. I'd rather stay on it than switch and she agrees; we shall see. Seizures do happen when one has epilepsy and is under stress, despite Dr. Debbie's wish for them not to at all. But that is for another day.
Monday night, my left hand got paralyzed for a bit. There was plenty of feeling but no motion. My brain probably blew a fuse and flickered. Cerebral palsy is a pain in the everything. Also epilepsy. Simple partial seizures and all. Things are getting a little better, plus microspasms and agony. I am fine, just aggravated. Feh, bodies. But I laughed. You should've seen me arguing with my hand. I smacked it, scolded it, cajoled it, etc. The connection between neuro and muscular was lost, so I literally had to tell my brain to tell my limb to do things. What else could I do but laugh at myself.
I have my tea. I have my Lindt Chocolate Bunnies, both dark and milk. I am happy. Adam is working steadily. The cats are healthy and precious. Things are moving along.
Soon I need to hit up Barnes & Noble for a copy of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon, the first in her newest series, which was released this week. I must not forget. I have been waiting for ages. I have been twitching, honestly.
I want to say that I feel fine. So I will. But we know that's not true. "Fine" is just a mask and a cover story. But OMG I Have Tea, and I am relaxing.
The one I keep coming back to is Soap Soleil's Sea Buckthorn Berry Blend Cocktail (Red Rooibos, Honeybush, Hibuscus, Chamomile, Rosehips,Goji Berries, Pomegranate Fruit Powder, Linden Leaf, Orange and Grapefruit powders, Bilberry, Elderberry, Date Sugar,Roses, Natural Sea Buckthorn Powder, Ginger, Raspberry Leaves, Currents, Blackberries, Cranberries, Blueberries).
It's... it's everything amazing. I adore it so. One tea bag is equal to two normal bags. I will put two such bags in a pitcher, boil water, pour the water into the pitcher, and let it sit for hours until it becomes dark red.
One time on Facebook, I exclaimed over how much I love red rooibos alone, and the only comments I got were "I hate roobios, I prefer X tea." Really? Really? Why do people do that? I don't care if you hate my choice of tea, but it's rather rude to announce it on a buoyant post extolling enjoyment.
*shrug* Whatever. Fuck it. I have learned to let it all slide by. Try to walk a mile in my shoes, I will try to walk a mile in yours. But let us keep the bickering to a minimum, shall we? Although yes, one of my pet peeves will always be when people post irrelevant, meaningless, or annoyingly negative comments just because it strikes them. The things people said when I announced I was starting Zoloft last year were unbelievable. There is email and messaging for that, oy.
My visit with my primary physician went extremely well. Their office has been working with medical students, and so I first saw a young man named Greg, who was delighted and highly attentive, even as I apologized for dumping so much information on him about my disabilities and chronic pains. His sympathetic face was true and sweet and empathetic. I wanted to hug him and tell him I would be fine, really, I would get through it. When I said that chronic pain was my normal I thought he was going to offer me a hug. When he helped me down from the table at the end, he held my hand tight and supported my back carefully, for which I was grateful. He'll make a wonderful physician. Dr. Carolyn is extremely down to earth and straight-forward. She is not a strong advocate of supplements, but she supports the idea as long as other doctors, like my neurologist, say it's fine. She and Greg were extremely pleased that I was doing well enough on my strongest drugs, Soma and codeine, with no dependency nor hint of addiction, and they were very irritated that people online have been harrassing me over the drugs I take, like the Zoloft and the Klonopin. Dear self-righteous judgemental humans, brains work differently, and what is mine is not yours, thank fuck.
I need to make an appointment soon with my neurologist, Dr. Debbie, because I have been having so many breakthrough seizures related purely to emotional states along with physical and mental stress. Dr. Debbie will be unhappy and will probably increase the Trileptal. I'd rather stay on it than switch and she agrees; we shall see. Seizures do happen when one has epilepsy and is under stress, despite Dr. Debbie's wish for them not to at all. But that is for another day.
Monday night, my left hand got paralyzed for a bit. There was plenty of feeling but no motion. My brain probably blew a fuse and flickered. Cerebral palsy is a pain in the everything. Also epilepsy. Simple partial seizures and all. Things are getting a little better, plus microspasms and agony. I am fine, just aggravated. Feh, bodies. But I laughed. You should've seen me arguing with my hand. I smacked it, scolded it, cajoled it, etc. The connection between neuro and muscular was lost, so I literally had to tell my brain to tell my limb to do things. What else could I do but laugh at myself.
I have my tea. I have my Lindt Chocolate Bunnies, both dark and milk. I am happy. Adam is working steadily. The cats are healthy and precious. Things are moving along.
Soon I need to hit up Barnes & Noble for a copy of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon, the first in her newest series, which was released this week. I must not forget. I have been waiting for ages. I have been twitching, honestly.
I want to say that I feel fine. So I will. But we know that's not true. "Fine" is just a mask and a cover story. But OMG I Have Tea, and I am relaxing.
