Especially If Your Love Is The Sea

I feel both admiration and sadness for people who love something (or someone) that doesn’t love them back. That’s a tough road to walk.

To Be Fair, Some People Don’t Use Ink For That

From a conversation about the merits and drawbacks of tattoos:

All too often I’ve seen people ink their pain into their skin not to heal, but to ensure that it never heals.

You Know, Like Modern Life

I understand perfectly why we are hardwired, so to speak, to respond to comparatively minor pains and annoyances with major reactions, because you need to notice if your skin is too close the fire, even if it’s just a candle flame and “only” the tip of one finger, but this hardwiring can certainly complicates situations less straightforward than that.

For Me That Clock Stopped Yesterday

Did you know that when you injure yourself, a little countdown starts toward the inevitable time that a family member forgets about said injury and then accidentally inflicts a shocking amount of pain on you?

We Both Kept Going Though Because Otherwise The Wasps Would Win

I’m happy to say that by this morning the pain that was yesterday for me had mostly subsided like a wasp sting on the following day.

(I’m not just picking that metaphor out of the air by the way.  Yesterday a friend of mine had their plans disrupted by an unexpected and surprisingly painful wasp sting, and I was struck by how perfectly that described my day too.)

I’ll Let You Know If Anything Changes

Despite yesterday’s post, I am genuinely okay.  I’m not quite sure what I did to myself (a pulled muscle is the most likely culprit), but it was . . . an experience to be sure, an experience I could definitely do without repeating.  It was a profoundly unpleasant 24 hours or so, but I seem to have made it through unscathed.

My Curiosity Is Approximately 95% Idle On This

I wonder how many people would understand what I was talking about if I used the phrase “Hemingway level of pain”?

A Rude Awakening

My thoughts yesterday: 

I wonder how effective that Shiatsu massager L’s Mother ordered really is?  Guess I’ll have to try it to find out . . . 

My thoughts upon awakening this morning:  

Holy Shiatsu, that hurts!

Ow . . .

If it’s true that it’s the healing that really hurts, then I have been healing like a boss lately!

The Weird Part Is They USED To Be The Same Thing For Me

This week I learned that tension and stress, while related, are actually separate things.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and deal with this headache . . . but at least I’m not stressed about it.