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Nov 05, 2010 09:13

Yeah remember that whole "working out to be able to surf" thing? Big, giant fuck it sign. I helped lift a shelving unit yesterday and I was in the bathroom crying afterward and still feel it into today. And it's not that I pulled a muscle or anything, just pissed off the endo because oh, I dared to move.

But one good thing that came out of it? It was hard to cry. Yeap, you heard that right: it was hard to cry yesterday. For the first time in years I'm actually at my normal baseline. No hormones, no mood swings, no crying as the bunny hops across the grass.

I'm in a shit ton of pain that an advil, heating pad, and a double shot of tequila only barely touched yesterday. But I'm normal. My breed of normal.

I'm also bloated to blimp proportions, something which probably isn't helped by the amount of pizza that I've consumed this week. I'd care more, but my utter lack of ability to draw perspective is more important to me at this time. :3

God I love saying that. This won't last long, but right now, fuck yeah.

I'll tackle surfing when it comes. I might not have the stamina I wanted to and I might have to put myself in a painkilling tequila haze afterward, but right now, I'm not going to worry about it.

dynamic tension must be hard work, endometriosis, health

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