I have this fantasy that maybe as country we should agree to not make health care paperwork/appointments/etc such a daunting mountain of crap so that the sick and their caregivers can just focus on the patient's health. Yeah, as if!
'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It's a full-time job to be seriously sick.
That would be wonderful Burrell.
I ... really like the image of skinning the prison-bear and wearing its pelt while doing a berserker victory dance. I also like that my mixed metaphor is now alive, because now I can visualize it and wrestle it. The Black Dog metaphor never worked for me 'cause I like dogs! I can't yell at a dog
My metaphor has been The Old Woman Who Hates Me, sitting stern and upright in a chair, in a long black dress with a very thin white linen edge to her cuffs and high collar, hair pulled back tight in a bun. Glaring and glaring and glaring. Silent and disapproving. She terrified me until I got the nerve to glare back at her.
Scary, Connie. Reminds me of my grandmother. Not in looks, but in demeanor. Much easier to wrestle a bear than her...
Maybe you can turn your bear into an ally. I was afraid of the monster I heard behind the door, until I realized he liked me. Of course, having a monster in the basement of your soul that would be happy to come out and play is also something to be afraid of. I wish I could send him to deal with your bear.
Haircut and color tomorrow! I'm going to skip the rockabilly platinum streaks because I'm too lazy for upkeep, but definitely sunny blonde instead of this winter-dark yeti mop.
I'm mostly doing it now because I have to go to Chicago next week for work, and I thought perhaps I should look spiffy.
I didn't do part of my therapy homework which is to make a powershield.
The prison-bear, defeat,skinning and dance are going to go on it someway. It will keep my therapist on his toes.
Therapists never suspect berserkers.