“I hate the smell of ‘bong water’ lingering in the moist bathroom.”
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(Smell of unknown origins)
Category: Altered States
And Then,
“Semi-peed on the potty pad.
Sheesh.”
So Many Things
“The new dogs tore up some of my roses, which need watering and tending.”
What’s All This Buzz?
The humming of a system
Coiled tight ready to strike
Veinous pounding speed
Launching fight into flight
Ain’t no progress being made
On higher plane hopes tonight
Another day wasted
Apparently preparing
To counteract
More blight
And Then,
As she tries to move toward any office functionality, more financial losses are found to be accelerating.
Locking Down
Family having just returned, the dogs go off again like wild banshees for the umpteenth time.
She’s not going to go out there.
Because if she does, the rage at pain and sense of injustice regarding her own baseline security’s needs not being tended to will just blast a hole into their delicately repairing relationships.
If I Leave My Room
“Everything else will demand my attention – but the day’s worked-for calm has been shot to Hell, anyway.
Now I have to put my body into movement to try to ride out the cortisol.”
Pragmatic B.S.
“Well, at least this injury is new…
That’s good, right?
Evening out to more territory being f-ed up is positive, right?
More terrain taking on load damage surely means I’m healing – RIGHT?!!”
God, Why?
“I don’t even know what I did, but now my right shoulder blade is twisting-tight ginked.
Perhaps because I need to PUNCH something real HARD!
So fun being ‘wrecked’…”
Give It To Me
Just give me some actual peace
Where not only can I recover but
Then next emergencies just feck right OFF
Instead of causing adrenal muscle spasms!
Another Fight
“Past benefits taking current benefits, and I’m still in the hole – FECK!””
Voices In Dreams
“I don’t know what you’re saying,” as she shifted groggily, trying to sleep.
“I’m still cold and my hip’s displaced,” indicating they’d just have to wait
(The World You See – Cristoph, Franky Wah, & Artche)
Another Word Of The Day: Fantasy
“A way to cope with and survive despite the hardships of reality…though these days, reality is pressing to crush me.”
Going Crazy
“Stuck within tangled branches.”
I Understand
“Why people settle for less.”
(The Way You Make Me Feel – Michael Jackson)
Luckily
“I have someplace to be.”
Come On!
“Other people’s pot permeates my room.”
The Bathroom
“Smells like roses, but I do not know what from…”
Somehow
“I used five hours…”
(Dire, Dire Docks – Super Mario 64 Soundtrack)
Why Do I Feel
“More fragile, more sensitive, more tenuously introverted this time around?
I still extend and interact, but inside I’m quivering.”
(Highway To Hell – AC/DC)
Sleep Deprivation
“From things we must tend to when daily life has been thrown out of balance.”
Up Too Late
“More agency paperwork.”
(Unintended – Muse)
If They’d Just
“If they could do contrast on my spine, they’d see more extensive damage than I’m given credit for.”
It Turns Out
“Both hips also took damage.”
Grim Whatevers
“I don’t have many of the few supports that I used to rely upon – whether caffeine for brain waking and then later calming, or rest in sleep.”
“Frenzy”
A Bone To Pick
“Must be picked when needing picking.”
(Games Without Frontiers – Peter Gabriel)
Free Will
“I don’t want to have faith in a god who causes or allows suffering.”
(Oh! Wot a Dream – Kevin Ayers)
Struggle
“‘Brings down the walls of pride,’ state lyrics from a religious song.
‘Middle fingers in the air,’ if that’s the type of god we must endure – giving me more and more crisis to bear (all of us, for that matter).
No ‘free will’ kept promises, here – just mixed-messaging lashes and unconsentual bondage.”
It’s Very Nice
“To be able to help my loved ones gives purpose to the struggles.
Avoiding unnecessary vet bills in time of financial deficit is crucial.
I’ve been helping to unwind dog muscle lockdowns to free up bellies for digestion.
Of course, then I need to rest my back on top of a heating pad.”
I’ve Said This Before
“Once again, construction site low, high intensity rumbles are taking place next to my home with rarity in stopping as tractors plow and reshape the landscape.
Last year is was one lot, and now another.
The waves hit harder through the body.”
Medication
“As good as this one diverts the pain, it makes my tissues swollen.
I’m looking for a cure – not more alterations.”
New Findings
“As I work with a mini foam roller, it becomes apparent that there are other regions of my spine that are not just referred pain zones that doctors keep claiming, despite symptoms that I have explained to them.”
(Go Back – John Summit & Sub Focus ft. Julia Church)
Stress Sickness
“Adrenals overproducing.
I need to stop – but I can’t.”
Fun
“Waiting in the food bank line.”
(The Final Countdown – Europe)
The Final Countdown
“Deadlines for obtaining stability retention supports are this Friday.
Oohhhhhhhh!”
(See song)
Questions…
“If you burn your tongue from too hot broth, can you put aloe vera on it to heal it?”
High Hopes (As In, Am I?)
“It is my hope that as I continue to work out, my tissues will realign and regain their fascial tensility.
I think this as I throw a pillow sheet into the hamper at distance – and feel my left pec flex, which was not throwing, rather than the right one, which was.
What is going on in my muscular systems?”
Word To The Wise
“When disrobing in preparation for a shower de-skunking, if you place those clothes into a plastic bag, tie it off and suspend it out from the towel rack away from contacting anything until reclothed again.
Then, take it outside and toss it someone neutral near the garbage can (no, I’m not going to mess with smell further by trying to wash the items – you can choose your own adventure if you walk into a cloud of fresh skunk spray.)
Don’t throw it into the can until right before garbage is due to be picked up if you want to not have that smell long term further imprinted.”
I’m Sure
“This is all much better at distance.”
Oh, Wait…
“Did ya miss me?” the ache throbs in warning.
Pfft.
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