Strange little day, lots of vivid dreams, including a dream within a dream. Woke having to convince myself I never lived in a place from the dream, nor the one I remembered dreaming inside the dream. I may have been a smidgen overtired yesterday. Wanted to strip more paint, but decided to leave that for the weekend, and take today to rest. My sprained hallux mostly doing well, but feeling the strain last night, then tweaked it a little this morning. If only I didn't have to walk on it. Keeping it taped and in shoes now.
Tooth has been aching now and again, nothing definite, sort of worsening, except on days when it doesn't bother me at all. Dentist not sure what's going on, either, not clear. Maybe need a root canal? I took the referrals, and promised to call if it got worse in the ways he described to me. It occurred to me this may be a post-stress reaction.
I do this sort of thing, hold fast during, then start falling apart unpredictably, and physically, when the pressure eases up. I may be grinding my teeth, chewing funny, something like. I've had boils, had my finger nails peel, unexplained spasms and pain, GI symptoms, skin irritations and bleeding, nose bleeds, colds, allergies, often different than previously experienced. All what was called psychosomatic, with a sneer and a head pat. I've always thrown my stress into my body, and kept my head clear. All in all, not a bad survival mechanism, if rather uncomfortable and confusing.
Intermittent rain, spittery-spattery, no downpourings, coolish air, very pleasant. June, see? Not July. July is hot and dry, with violent storms followed by searing sun and brief humidity. Nearly wrote nudity, which is not much the case around here, not publicly. Thankfully.
Mostly Cloudy
74°F
23°C
Humidity 45%
Wind Speed SE 6 MPH
Barometer 29.95 in (1009.0 mb)
Dewpoint 51°F (11°C)
Visibility 10.00 mi
Last update 08 Jul 2:53 pm MDT
The last two nights, Moby has slept on me, at least the first part of the night. Used to be a semi-normal event, now exceedingly rare, unknown the last three years. Eleanor, who routinely sleeps on me, (only the odd night not over the last two years with us) has not hopped up the last two nights. I can only assume high level feline negotiation. She did come up for a cuddle at 0500, when Moby had already gone to sit on D's lap in the music room. Far be it from me to interfere with cat politics.
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ah yes, the body bears the brunt of stress. saying that it's "just in your head" is ridiculous, because where the hell would it be? and that clean split the west favours: body and soul, heart and mind, good and bad, black and white, is ridiculous. even the silliest of people know it's all just 50 shades of grey!
i finally decided that i will be leaving work. it's funny, i felt so much lighter, and happier, but then a migraine came out of nowhere and smacked me down. no wonder, my massage therapist told me last night that i felt like a lightly contained supernova - i was ready to blow!
we are suffering our own share of "nudity" so i have the windows shut up tight to keep yesterday's coolness in store for tomorrow's heat. let it come, i don't care, i am free!
pc,
I'm glad you decided, and glad you will be free (and naked, if you are happy) and that you can make that choice. Very glad. I was worried for you.
thank you, zhoen. it's an amazing thing, this true caring for people we may never ever meet, isn't it? one of the true gifts of the interwebs!
That is a particularly fine portrait, Zhoen!
Glad you don't interfere in cat politics, which are no doubt very sophisticated. However, I am tempted to interfere with the constant loud feline debates, threats, arguments that take place outside my bedroom window every night. A water pistol would be good.
I like the photo treatment too. The conscious and unconscious interact and then we have to pick up the pieces.
Having lived under a great deal of stress since 2000 when my dad died and I decided to try to help my mother, I am well aware of the toll my body has taken, many symptoms mirroring yours. Also cognizant of interaction between gastrointestinal system and sinuses and teeth, as well as the tics generated by the nervous system. Oh, if only I could go back and change a few things, but I can't....
And so we soldier onward, determined to deal with it all and trying to handle everything like the mature, informed adults we are. But it's hard.
I think cats have a method of interaction that we humans are only minutely aware of -- I have too often seen one cat approach another to eat together on our deck (we spread the dry food directly on the deck rather than put it out in bowls, they seem to prefer that) and the cat eating will raise their head and murmur something to the approaching cat that is inaudible to me, but is definitely a message telling the approaching cat to back off. And there is no fight, but the approaching cat will go to the other end of the line of food to eat. Researchers have identified verbal sounds that elephants emit that humans cannot hear -- perhaps there is something similar with cats and, because we cannot hear it, we are not aware that the interaction is taking place... Anyway, there is also body language between animals that we sometimes miss or misinterpret. I think cats also suffer from a form of depression as they get older and don't feel as good as they used to. Just my impression and not scientifically proven.
RR,
A hose? When they start a war, you need the big weaponry.
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