3/21
Less than a month until I go back to the specialist.
Less than a month to get my ass in gear.
Less than a month to get totally despondent.
Aunt Flo is here. One more reminder of what a big fat fucking failure I am.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
So I Went For A Reiki Healing Circle Tonight...
I felt all trembly with the laying of hands. Both Reiki masters were intrigued and drawn to me, and what I view as my sack of assorted blockages and issues.
Contemplating going in for a private session. Perhaps.
Definitely going in for another healing circle in March.
The conclusion is, that a lot of my health issues (e.g. my back, my neck, my cystic ovaries, my insulin problems, depression) are all the result of blockages.
The thing that scares me is that both masters saw my "inner seven year old," and that unsettled me.
I feel a strangeness in my ovary-area. My adrenal area feels tense.
Yet somehow, I felt understood.
Contemplating going in for a private session. Perhaps.
Definitely going in for another healing circle in March.
The conclusion is, that a lot of my health issues (e.g. my back, my neck, my cystic ovaries, my insulin problems, depression) are all the result of blockages.
The thing that scares me is that both masters saw my "inner seven year old," and that unsettled me.
I feel a strangeness in my ovary-area. My adrenal area feels tense.
Yet somehow, I felt understood.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Ecclesiastes 3
Still fat.
Still not pregnant.
Still not adhering to Atkins.
Still plucking my fu manchu.
Still "functionally" depressed.
Thanks to the folly called Xenical (a few months back), my psoraisis has yet to go into remission. I now have a small patch in my eyebrow, thus breaking our agreement, that it can ravage my scalp, disguised by my hair, provided it does not encroach on my face. Fuck you, Orlistat!
Still not pregnant.
Still not adhering to Atkins.
Still plucking my fu manchu.
Still "functionally" depressed.
Thanks to the folly called Xenical (a few months back), my psoraisis has yet to go into remission. I now have a small patch in my eyebrow, thus breaking our agreement, that it can ravage my scalp, disguised by my hair, provided it does not encroach on my face. Fuck you, Orlistat!
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