Angry Bruises
Yesterday my physical therapist left bruises on my arm that are so dark,purple and plentiful that it looks like I fell out of a tree. Half the people I have asked about this (or, shown the bruises to) have been completely horrified, but the other half (including a man who runs a sports equipment store in Berkeley) seemed to think it was sorta normal: "my therapist bruises me, too," he said.
Okay, sure. I've had A bruise before. Like, ONE. This is a whole back-arm Black Sea of bruise. It's the kind of thing that would make me feel all hot and tuff if it'd come from some big sexual adventure, but since it didn't, and since I burst into TEARS in my therapist's office--not while she was touching me, but afterwards, because I was so completely fucking upset that MY ARM HURTS THIS MUCH and that I have to fucking write a dissertation, and like WHY is this happening when I finally feel motivated to write??--I figure it's not really something I can be proud of. Now it's just a big ole emblem of this stupid pain.
Is this normal? If any of you have had this experience I guess it might help to hear about it.
In other news . . . the Reverand M photographs have made my week SO-O-O much better than otherwise. However, I need to know how to make them smaller . . . I want a new LJ photo to, you know, "represent." And I also feel the need to send them to other people and make them into wallpaper and shit . . . and I DO want to get at least a couple of them blown up, printed, and made into the kind of thing I frame and put all over the house to annoy my non B-E roommate. Good Reverand, what is the name of the place that prints digital film on the cheap? Lotta, can I view your quicktime movie tonight after beers?
Oh, that reminds me. B-E is going to actually GO TO THE LEX and have a beer after Lotta gets outta class tonight. It's true. Braving the Good-Bar-Gone-Bad. Anyone wants to join us, feel free, but PLEASE bring some personality and some attitude. That place needs some.
Also for the record, I BEAT MERE IN SCRABBLE. This is fucking Big News for those of you who have never played her before (she's the best). I know it was because I got her all shitty drunk, but considering I was equally as drunk, I feel that it's a major coup on my part, and I am nowhere near done gloating about it. Prepare your bad selves for more gloat and bloat. I've also had a serious lot of salt lately.
That said, I think I'll head out and buy some cat supplies since I'm leaving town. We all know that the way cats punish you when you leave town is extreme, and Bat the Published Cat is just about one of the worst in terms of jealous avoidance and retribution. He will literally sit on Meredith's head for 48 hours after I return from wherever-I've-been, staring off to the side, not looking at me, not even when I am screaming his name and shaking toys in his face. So I figure I got to get stocked so when I get back I can woo him.
Okay, sure. I've had A bruise before. Like, ONE. This is a whole back-arm Black Sea of bruise. It's the kind of thing that would make me feel all hot and tuff if it'd come from some big sexual adventure, but since it didn't, and since I burst into TEARS in my therapist's office--not while she was touching me, but afterwards, because I was so completely fucking upset that MY ARM HURTS THIS MUCH and that I have to fucking write a dissertation, and like WHY is this happening when I finally feel motivated to write??--I figure it's not really something I can be proud of. Now it's just a big ole emblem of this stupid pain.
Is this normal? If any of you have had this experience I guess it might help to hear about it.
In other news . . . the Reverand M photographs have made my week SO-O-O much better than otherwise. However, I need to know how to make them smaller . . . I want a new LJ photo to, you know, "represent." And I also feel the need to send them to other people and make them into wallpaper and shit . . . and I DO want to get at least a couple of them blown up, printed, and made into the kind of thing I frame and put all over the house to annoy my non B-E roommate. Good Reverand, what is the name of the place that prints digital film on the cheap? Lotta, can I view your quicktime movie tonight after beers?
Oh, that reminds me. B-E is going to actually GO TO THE LEX and have a beer after Lotta gets outta class tonight. It's true. Braving the Good-Bar-Gone-Bad. Anyone wants to join us, feel free, but PLEASE bring some personality and some attitude. That place needs some.
Also for the record, I BEAT MERE IN SCRABBLE. This is fucking Big News for those of you who have never played her before (she's the best). I know it was because I got her all shitty drunk, but considering I was equally as drunk, I feel that it's a major coup on my part, and I am nowhere near done gloating about it. Prepare your bad selves for more gloat and bloat. I've also had a serious lot of salt lately.
That said, I think I'll head out and buy some cat supplies since I'm leaving town. We all know that the way cats punish you when you leave town is extreme, and Bat the Published Cat is just about one of the worst in terms of jealous avoidance and retribution. He will literally sit on Meredith's head for 48 hours after I return from wherever-I've-been, staring off to the side, not looking at me, not even when I am screaming his name and shaking toys in his face. So I figure I got to get stocked so when I get back I can woo him.