Tag: stress

Shower time

I washed my hair tonight, though very gently. Nonetheless, the scab from the removed mole bled a bit. I think a touch got on the white towel, but didn’t go back to clean it. It was hardly noticeable when I was actively looking for it in the first place. I touched a piece of toilet paper to it, though, then, and I was clearly giving off some spotting of blood. However, it hasn’t really hurt at all today, except when I accidentally forgot about it and scratched my neck or something. Nonetheless, it’s okay. We’re working through it!

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Freeze and Slice

More like freeze and clamp and slice, but whatever. I pictured it much like dog nail clippers, to be sure. Even though the spot was numbed – something like a mole that I’ve had most of my life on the base of my skull at my hair line – I could still tell the moment she had clamped and sliced it off… there was just something about the movements and sensations around the area that made it clear for me. And now, it has completed its time with me…

It definitely freaked me out, having that mole thing removed so quickly and without almost any preparation or expectation of its going to happen, but I think it was appropriate. This way, once the spot heals fully, I can brush and comb the back of my hair and not have to be extra careful of that bump. (I genuinely nailed it with a comb far too many times, actually making it leak tissue fluid or blood multiple times in my life. I actually stopped using combs almost entirely because of it. Perhaps I shall begin combing my hair again soon…) I think it will be good.

Thank you, my man, and thank you, God, for this blessing of an opportunity today. And thank you for such a positive and comfortable experience with the skin doctor, and for her clear love and passion for her work and the true and full well-being of the people she sees. In your name in gratitude, I pray. Amen.

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P.S. God, please, help me sleep well tonight. I’m a bit nervous due to this healing, tender spot I now have on the back of my neck and head. Thank you. Amen!

Peace

“Thank you for praying with us today, and let peace be with you,” he closes out the rosary. And I wonder at this every time. Tonight, however, I think I have an answer.

You see, we always say either, “Peace be with you,” or “May peace be with you,” with both being intended as a blessing from one to another. However, Mark Wahlberg doesn’t say it that way. He says, “let”…

Let peace be with you…

Why let? Because we are the ones who determine if we have peace. In the harshest of circumstances, people find peace. In the most idyllic of circumstances, people lack it. Why? Because we determined, each and every one of us, for ourselves whether we are at peace, have peace, or not.

So, it’s up to me to allow peace to be with me… That exactly. We are surrounded by a world filled with peace, wanting to grant us peace. Yet, how often do we block it? How often do we push away from that offering of peace? How often do we decide to stay stuff where we are in our miseries?

Peace is knocking from every direction. Dare we to answer the door and to let peace come be with us??

I dare.

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Massages

Every time I get a massage, I feel ill afterward. And I mean truly ill, like I need to have some chicken soup and down some water and sleep for 24-48 hours. Not every time is quite so bad, but it seems to be consistent with how long the massage is, as to how intense the illness feeling becomes.

My mom, who is a massage therapist, says it is completely normal, though. She says that so much is being activated and moved around in the body, it is having to let go of a bunch of germs and other junk that had been hanging out in it. So, it’s completely normal to feel sick, because all those nodes and everything are, in a way, being beaten up for a while, and the body needs some recovery time, some rest, and a lot of water.

So, I’ll have me some more water now and get to bed, because I have school in the morning!

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Body pains

Some days, we get hints that we need to see a chiropractor and/or a massage therapist. And, some days, after not getting it handled, our body screams undeniable pleas at us, begging and almost forcing us either to stop moving period or to go see a chiropractor and/or massage therapist. Tonight has proven to be the latter for me. Tomorrow will have one of those appointments in it. Obviously.

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Serendipity

We are preparing to leave, saying our goodbyes to those we know. As I am turning to the last two people, someone we despise enters. Without hesitation, I know that I do not want to talk with the person, I bid farewell to my last two friends there, I tell my man that I am ready, and I walk away.

It isn’t a matter of how it looked like we were running from this person – we weren’t. What matters is that we already were leaving, and it was a perfect sign to trust my instincts. I was ready to leave and had given a little extra time being kind to a couple people. It was lovely being able to do that for them, but it was beyond when I had wanted to be staying. And firmly speaking up and sharing that I needed to head home made all the difference I needed. However, that slight delay gave me a chance to see that it truly was perfect that we were leaving, even though it was “early”. Thank you, God.

And when I say someone we despise, please note that this person has behaved terribly for years and years, including being abusive to me (though likely with no idea that it even was abuse), though plays off a façade of a kind and nice southern person who is everybody’s friend. Not someone who has chosen to be good in the world, but who has chosen to be right and righteous, and righteously better than everyone else by far.

Anyway, true the gut, trust in God, and it all works out well.

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Two birds, or two stones?

One of my best friends in high school once asked why the saying was, ‘Kill two birds with one stone’. ‘Wouldn’t it make more sense,’ she said, ‘if you were killing one bird with two stones? It’s much more effective and less work than collecting and re-throwing the same stone…’

And I had to give it to her that she had a point there.

So, tonight, I killed two birds with one throw. At first, I was stressed to find that boy of my rodeo committees had meetings in the same week… and then on the same day… But then it occurred to me that they’re in the same building and hallway – perhaps I can do both. And it is so far away from where I live now, it’s a major hassle to get to an evening meeting there, especially with rush hour traffic. So, this way, I only had to drive once. I went early and avoided most traffic. That also allowed me to get stuff done for both meetings ahead of time, socialize at the social meeting a bit, then go to the real meeting of the other one, and then go back to the social once to finish out. It was actually really cool.

And now I’m utterly wiped, so goodnight.

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Oh, no…

Duolingo is changing. And I am not at all looking forward to it. One of the things I love is going to do a random story or few. Now, it looks like we won’t be able to do stories in a row anymore, because it is being set up by levels, and you can only do the story when you reach its level on the lessons, or a story you have already completed.

Not excited, folks… not excited.

::massive sad face

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A drink in New York

We went to the school black box musical tonight. It was cute. But it also showed how people tend to ‘deal’ with problems with alcohol. That sort of thing seems to make me even more upset than before. Well, okay, it doesn’t send me up in a fuss or anything like that. But it does make something less appealing to me when that is part of it. Alcohol only heals issues with bacteria. everything else is like turning to look the other way, and pretending the problem is solved. And I despise that so much of society finds it acceptable and not st all sad that people turn to alcohol for stress-relief and courage and all these other things that don’t include harming the body in their idea. But that’s what alcohol does, harm the body. And lives. We all would do much better to remember that.

P.S. Happy October, y’all!!

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