Persuant to last entry
I was a little stressed.
OK, a lot stressed. So stressed, in fact, that what I was convinced was asthma or lung cancer was actually the muscles of my back and neck constricting my ribcage and therefore breathing. Which was kind of good news. Being nuts I can handle much better than being dying.
So, the doc ordered me to take a week off of work, not because my job is terribly stressful but because he wasn't able to give me a week off of parenting or housework. And he also suggested happy drugs, which I decided against, and massage, which I wholeheartedly agreed with and to.
And the process of the reminded me of the connections I have in my life, which I can choose to ignore or fail to value or whatever, or I can look to when I'm feeling isolated. Just a little reminder that the world has good people, which I struggle to believe sometimes.
Here it is: I got a (fucking amazing deep tissue plus cranial-sacral) massage from this lovely and wise Amazon, wife of this here fierce intellectual, and while at her apartment met the charming (read "naughty librarian") Ms. K, sister to badass mama Missuz J, none of whom I would have ever met had it not been for my buddy Beige the social facilitator, through whom I also met some fuckwad who fell backassward into a relationship with this foxy Cornish mama and her 'Lets, and whose sister (fuckwad's) is a brood mama with mad skillz.
And you are all really cool people, and the best thing about the advent of blogs as far as I can see. The connections are of different strengths, different types - it was a kick in the pants to meet Ms. K after reading her blog regularly as soon as a year ago, and the Hound has given we great intellectual wank-fests, and ~A~ is a great co-parent resource - but the important thing is just the existence of the connection itself.
It helps when one takes, as I do, life three-steps at a time for too long, just to know there are people out there who you know, and who know you, just in case you forget.
Not as fun as a rant, I s'pose, but I've passed enough venom into the world for now, methinks.
OK, a lot stressed. So stressed, in fact, that what I was convinced was asthma or lung cancer was actually the muscles of my back and neck constricting my ribcage and therefore breathing. Which was kind of good news. Being nuts I can handle much better than being dying.
So, the doc ordered me to take a week off of work, not because my job is terribly stressful but because he wasn't able to give me a week off of parenting or housework. And he also suggested happy drugs, which I decided against, and massage, which I wholeheartedly agreed with and to.
And the process of the reminded me of the connections I have in my life, which I can choose to ignore or fail to value or whatever, or I can look to when I'm feeling isolated. Just a little reminder that the world has good people, which I struggle to believe sometimes.
Here it is: I got a (fucking amazing deep tissue plus cranial-sacral) massage from this lovely and wise Amazon, wife of this here fierce intellectual, and while at her apartment met the charming (read "naughty librarian") Ms. K, sister to badass mama Missuz J, none of whom I would have ever met had it not been for my buddy Beige the social facilitator, through whom I also met some fuckwad who fell backassward into a relationship with this foxy Cornish mama and her 'Lets, and whose sister (fuckwad's) is a brood mama with mad skillz.
And you are all really cool people, and the best thing about the advent of blogs as far as I can see. The connections are of different strengths, different types - it was a kick in the pants to meet Ms. K after reading her blog regularly as soon as a year ago, and the Hound has given we great intellectual wank-fests, and ~A~ is a great co-parent resource - but the important thing is just the existence of the connection itself.
It helps when one takes, as I do, life three-steps at a time for too long, just to know there are people out there who you know, and who know you, just in case you forget.
Not as fun as a rant, I s'pose, but I've passed enough venom into the world for now, methinks.
posted by JJisafool at 12:19 PM
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