Kristin, I've managed to pinch a nerve in my neck this week so it's generating a whole flurry of sharp, radiating pains down my back and into my shoulder. Also, I seem to have woken up with a mild cold which is aggravating. You get that thing where you sneeze and it aggravates the sore neck, or you roll over in bed to get a tissue and twinge.
Feh. At least I haven't broken out in boils.
I missed all the transgendered wrestler and porn leather accessory talk. As Deb notes, that kind of stuff is regularly on display in SF. We're a deviant and porny town just like the red states think.
Sunil, I expect you'll have multiple big loves in this life, including the woman you'll marry. You're really quite the catch.
JZ looks very cute this morning. She's wearing a vintage dress with visible old fashioned bloomers.
She about swooned when she met Ple in Chicago and Ple was wearing bloomers.
She about swooned when she met Ple in Chicago and Ple was wearing bloomers.
I just packed those away! (I'm packing away clothing I won't be wearing for a while, to free up space in the laundry area.) I am sad that I haven't had a chance to wear them in forever.
I am sad that I haven't had a chance to wear them in forever.
We'll have to arrange a bloomer outing for you two after the arrival Miss Tickybox. Maybe on Bloomsday.
Maybe on Bloomsday.
(Throws first edition of Ulysses at David's head. Metaphorically speaking, of course, since the book is very very valuable)
If St. Martins goes for the three-book pitch, I'm in England and Scotland this summer; it's as simple as that. Bath (to research the fifth book) and Edinburgh (to research the sixth book). If they don't, I'm probably not.
I wish I could do this with you. I'd like to see the country by your side. Plus, you have to see Roz.
Hello once again from Bonnie Olde Scotland. Today we headed out to North Berwick, which is the cutest town in the entire world. I want to live there when I am older and have money. Tantallon Castle was so lovely. It was intensely dramatic, on this cliff overlooking the ocean. We were there as the clouds were going out and the light was disappearing, and it was just--another word for intense. I'm kind of braindead right now. And while I don't mean this in a christian way, you could really feel god there. The divine, whatever. I just sat and listened to the waves, watching the clouds roll quickly by.
Livejournal is down? Oh, I want to cry.
Do you think this is what Kermit was singing about?
Ahem. That was Ernie.
INteresting overnight discussion. Mouthwatering foodie discussion this morning. I had planned to be all productive today, but I've been overtaken by a bout of enh. I have scooped AND cleaned the catbox, reprogrammed the phone, microwave and stereo clocks, since some drunk took out a power pole overnight and everything was blinking. And I've done the waterdance: washing, scalding, refilling waterbottles. I also emptied, cleaned and refilled the indoor fountain and cleaned the filter, scrubbed the toilet and bathroom basin, and swept and mopped the floor. I punked on the tub, though. AND the vacuuming and bedchanging. Don' wanna. Want to go watch RotK commentaries and eat popcorn.
They are truly special.
I should be writing right now but I am uptight about it. The darn thing isn't jelling and unlike actual Jello, I can't put ice cubes in it and make it.I am starting to regard Chandler's drinking with a new empathy.
Raymond Chandler not "Could I *be* anymore obvious?" Chandler Bing.
But like Jello, I think there is still good stuff in it.
That is so true! It's like when I'm really trying to stay out of the hospital, half the time I end up going in just because I get myself so worked up about going in.
Much luck to you. Just remember to breathe. You can do it. I have much faith in you.
Thanks, vw bug. It went okay. Scott and I prayed for some peace for me, before I left. When Julia and I got there (we meet in the public library) I really had the fight-or-flight reaction, rapid pulse, wooziness. I grabbed one of the moms and went out in the hall, to tell her, because the terror of making an arse of myself (in panicky ways--that is, different ways from what I do here ;) is part of the trigger. I just flat out told her, "K___, I have anxiety attacks and one is hitting me really hard, right now." Fortunately, this woman I chose to tell (I don't know her well, she was just closest to me and to the hall) also has them. She told me, and then said, "Do you want me to dole out the snacks for you? Do you want me to take Julia home?" I was crying a little (because that's one of my gifts). And I started to feel better.
I made myself stay for the whole time. I sat when I felt the room swaying, and by the end, I was fine, and actually enjoying myself. I was fine enough, that when Julia and I left, we went across town to find Scott, Chris and Ben, at Ben's Pinebox Derby (toy car race), in a crowded hall, with flourescent lights, and stayed the whole time, even though they hadn't been expecting us. Of course now, I want to sleep for a week, but I figured I had to just go, and do. I need a few hey-I-didn't-freak-out outings under my belt, to help fight this thing.
Hey Cindy. I was thinking about what I do to get through a panic attack and I don't think I ever said, one of the things I have to do to get myself out of one quickly is to acknowledge that it's happening, that it will go away soon and that it may feel horrible, but it's causing no damage to my body. The no damage part is really important.
Deena, this is the secret, and what I've always done, before (I've had mild, general anxiety for years and years). The last month or two, it hasn't worked, and I think I got myself in a sort of loop, where one defeat built upon the next. I started having them in places where I'd always been fine, before (my kids' school, the 7-11, etc.). I just don't want to end up unable to leave the house. When it hit me in Dunkin Donuts last week, I suddenly remembered reading one of your posts, in which you'd try to just treat it [paraphrase] like a trip.
Okay,
t /anxiety
vw, now I want meatballs and brownies. I bet the party is an absolute blast. And only a few hours now until you can give her the present!
Mmmm. I want this, too. Badly. vw, have a wonderful party!!!
