it’s almost 9:20pm and I haven’t eaten dinner yet. I’m sitting here, starving half to death (STAAAAAAARVING). I am waiting for the dishwasher to get done so I can get my giant cereal bowl out and make a great big bowl of Reeses Puffs/Fruity Cheerios/Multigrain Cheerios.
God forbid I take a moment and think of something real to eat. oh no, it would be too much effort! No, I’ll just slump my body over to one side and wait for the
HA! as I type this the dishwasher made its special “I’m done!” groan. Now I have to go run cold water over my bowl so I don’t have to eat hot cheerios.
Monthly Archives: October 2007
My Life: A Ken Burns Documentary
I have this screensaver on my computer that randomly displays photos from my iPhoto library. Sure, fine, lots of people have this.
But here’s the thing, I also clicked the ‘cross fade’ and ‘zoom’ options. Now the photos fade in and out and then we slowly pan the photos while zooming in. It’s exactly like a fucking Ken Burns documentary. When I’m sitting and crocheting I like to listen to NPR podcasts (because I’m a nerd). I flip on the screensaver and there it is, photo documentary the seems to go with whatever I am listening to (most of the time…).
Sometimes, the screensaver is itself the most fascinating thing to look at. Sure, I can go into my iPhoto library any time, but the randomness of it all that gets me. A photo from Key West, then one of the bathroom remodel, the 10th anniversary trip with Jen to Savannah, then David and I celebrating Christmas. The pan and zoom over the photo invokes a reaction, like the computer is leading you to focus on something specific. It makes you feel like there is a story with every photo. Apparently I have 6500 stories on my computer.
I don’t know if there is some metric programmed in that figures out where to focus the zoom, but 9 times out of 10, it focuses on the subject of the photo with alarming clarity. Watching it focus on Ghengis is not exactly the easiest thing to watch, but I quietly tell myself the story of every one of his pictures and remember him. Perhaps I will commission a Ghengis documentary and hire Ken Burns! Or maybe I’ll stick to my screen saver.
The long slow chill
How did I spend my long three day weekend? Finishing crochet projects, seeing movies, dog park, starting crochet projects, snuggling and being read to. I think my favorite part of the weekend is being read to. I love when we settle in, me with my crochet and him with a book that he reads out loud to me. I can think of nothing sweeter.
Went to see 2 movies Friday night (wild! wooooo!) at the cheapie theater (YEEEAAAAAHHHH). Saw The Simpsons. Completely unimpressed. Just not interested. It had a couple funny moments but overall, the sort of weird mishmash the tv show has devolved into.
Immediately after we saw Paris, Je T’aime to make up for the Simpsons. It worked. Seeing stuff like that always makes me want to write again. All the short stories, character studies, entires stories laid out in a single scene, the economy of limited space.
Today I hope to get photos of projects taken and posted, but first I must eat a giant bowl of cereal!
An intense study on how my mind affects my body
Starting earlier this week and getting progressively worse, my skin was itching. Itching everywhere. Red welts rising on the surface from all my scratching. Lots of itching and bumps and irritation.
We tried to narrow down the suspects. I hadn’t been using David’s man-soap, same detergent as usual, no weird lotions or anything. Oh, yeah, David pointed out that I had started on antibiotics Monday.
I itched my way home and called my Aunt Sue. She’s almost done with Nursing School, she’s smart and she knows about these things. Also, she’s very matter-of-fact so I knew she wouldn’t scare me or anything. I told her what was going on, she asked some questions, told me it was probably the antibiotic and as long as my throat does not get swelly I will be fine.
I was fine. I use the word ‘fine’ loosely here as I felt like a billion tiny pins were pushing their way out of my skin. I didn’t hurt, but I was uncomfortable and irritated.
But then I got to thinking. I had a skin related allergy reaction last week. How peculiar. I don’t usually have allergic reactions to anything anymore. I used to, but not recently.
In high school and for a few years after I was always having allergic reactions to stupid things, apples, carrots, hazelnuts, life, whatever. Mostly they would make my lips and mouth swell and get irritated. I then read a book and learned about the connection between the mind and persistent health issues like body pain and allergies and the like.
Basically, your mind is a series of chemical reactions to everything, stress, happiness, colors, conversations, anger, smelly feet, driving, whatever. If there are things that are upsetting and not dealt with, like stress or depression or a deep burning anger about the price of peanuts it will affect you. Your mind/brain/body all work together, they exist together, they are all part of the same system. If your mind is upset but things are dealt with, your body will feel the consequences. That is a really simplistic way of describing the book.
The chronic pain or allergies or headaches or whatever are physically very very real. The people aren’t making up the symptoms, it’s just a matter of finding the actual root of the symptoms that is the issue. We don’t see the mind as a physical aspect of our bodies so we tend to forget that it affects our bodies.
And so, I forced myself to get over my allergies. Mind over matter. I also forced myself to really think about any other chronic health health issues I had and how they might be related to emotional issues. I worked on this and I started to feel better, both physically and mentally. They go hand in hand, you can spiral either way. You get depressed, your body hurts which makes you more depressed which makes you allergic to toilet seats which upsets you and you get migraines and so on and so on. Or, you stop feeling so tired and you’re a little more cheerful which helps to reduce your discomfort which makes you feel brighter so you overcome your allergies and your self loathing lightens up and you are able to lose weight and on and on.
It’s not that simple, but it’s a good model.
What am I saying with all this? I’m saying that I think my allergies are psychosomatic in nature. There are any number of things that bug me that I’m probably not dealing with. Any number of things that I don’t have the luxury of getting rid of. Hell, there’s a lot there that isn’t fun and good. pfooooot, I’m going to be spending a lot of time really evaluating myself and trying to get things in order. I don’t want to be allergic to everything and I certainly do not want to allow this to spiral out of control.
Wish me luck.
Justification is so creamy good
This is why I deserve ice cream:
- Woke up and the bladder infection was still there. I do not need to go into details.
- Took the dogs out, walked into the vestibule, grabbed the doorknob, remembered that David told me the door knob is locked.
- the door knob was locked.
- the door knob doesn’t get locked because Maddie chewed the lock knob and it doesn’t work. Maddie must have chewed the door knob again and managed to lock the door.
- I was only wearing my robe. Nothing else, no underpants or socks or dignity, just a fluffy light green robe
- It was my winter robe, the summer robe having been tossed in the wash. The winter robe is very very fluffy and warm. The vestibule was very very stuffy and warm
- I was stuck in a very small space with 2 ass dogs, a spider and sweat dribbling into my asscrack
- As you would expect, you cannot just turn a doorknob really hard and make the lock disengage. You might think that if you are very hot and your dogs are bugging you and your buttcheeks are damp you might deserve to enter your own home. Doorknob locks do not have a sense of justice.
- The dogs were very upset by this change in routine. Why did we get halfway through the ‘going in’ only to stop moments before victory?
- my duplex neighbor finally came home and she let me in the back door.
- The dude at the clinic could not break a twenty to give me change for my copay. I ended up having to pay part of it with quarters
- most people urinate in a stream. My urethra works like an impact sprinkler. I hate giving pee samples.
- I’ve lost 10 pounds since my physical. It’s probably cancer.
- A metric dickhole cut me off in the gas station parking lot almost hitting my car. I clearly had the right of way, but he clearly had the larger sense of entitlement and the smaller dick.
- the dogs jump on me a lot when I don’t feel good.
Other reasons why I deserve ice cream:
- I lost 10 pounds since my physical! awesome!
- My pink felted fair isle purse worked beautifully. I don’t know whether to keep it for me or give it away for a christmas gift. I love the purse! I designed the purse! I am happy with it! It would make a great gift. If I keep it, then it’s great advertising. I just don’t know!
- The self striping sock yarn I bought is striping up very nicely on the scarf I am making. I love the scarf, I may keep it or give it away. I hate these dilemmas.
- I finally learned how to spell ‘dilemma’. For some incredible reason completely unknown to me, I always spelled it ‘dilemna’. Why on earth would I do that?
- My antibiotics are giant and scary and they only cost me $3.71! that’s awesome!