Ooh
The strangeness of the mind/body connection:
* When Ron died I suddenly found a bunch of long, white hairs on my head;
* They've since gone away...or did until the week S died and the mortgage company sent their dreaded notices;
* They're gone again, but this morning I woke up to swollen lips.
That's right - I look like a collagen job gone wrong.
This happened twice before, the worst for two months when I was being openly discriminated against by my employer (EEOC ruled in my favor in 12 days - almost unprecedented - because it was such a clear cut case). That was about 9 years ago.
I remember waking up and knowing something wasn't right, something felt funny - looked in the mirror and BAM!
Ubangi lips.
...Okay, maybe not that bad - but they did bleed (and apparently "blood" is my color as everyone kept complimenting me on my non-existing lipstick color, which was the blood seeping from the stretched skin).
This morning - similar feeling, similar lips. Woot - not. *rolls eyes*
I seriously need to find a healthy outlet! Maybe some sex might help? *glares toward Sacramento*
At least I've stopped cutting for the time being; and what was I thinking putting on the shortest dress I own, this morning? I haven't worn this dress for years - mostly because it didn't fit any more (but now does again).
I'm tellin' ya - mind/body connection thingy a bit wonky these days...or sending me messages I'm not quite reading right...
Also - Happy Thanksgiving, to all my Canadian f-listers!
* When Ron died I suddenly found a bunch of long, white hairs on my head;
* They've since gone away...or did until the week S died and the mortgage company sent their dreaded notices;
* They're gone again, but this morning I woke up to swollen lips.
That's right - I look like a collagen job gone wrong.
This happened twice before, the worst for two months when I was being openly discriminated against by my employer (EEOC ruled in my favor in 12 days - almost unprecedented - because it was such a clear cut case). That was about 9 years ago.
I remember waking up and knowing something wasn't right, something felt funny - looked in the mirror and BAM!
Ubangi lips.
...Okay, maybe not that bad - but they did bleed (and apparently "blood" is my color as everyone kept complimenting me on my non-existing lipstick color, which was the blood seeping from the stretched skin).
This morning - similar feeling, similar lips. Woot - not. *rolls eyes*
I seriously need to find a healthy outlet! Maybe some sex might help? *glares toward Sacramento*
At least I've stopped cutting for the time being; and what was I thinking putting on the shortest dress I own, this morning? I haven't worn this dress for years - mostly because it didn't fit any more (but now does again).
I'm tellin' ya - mind/body connection thingy a bit wonky these days...or sending me messages I'm not quite reading right...
Also - Happy Thanksgiving, to all my Canadian f-listers!