Today had not started out the best, as it usually doesn't. To say it has become better would be an outright lie. It didn't.
Presently, I am sitting with a large ice pack on my lower back in an attempt to try an numb the pain I am feeling. I know it isn't going to work, but I have no options to really aid me in this time of crazed leg twitching, I'm-going-to-scream, kind of pain.
After I woke up this morning my Dad called. Usually I am enthusiastic to hear from him. I miss him. I was so used to seeing him and talking to him daily before we moved. Since, I feel so alone. I left my best friend behind. Yes, I am Daddy's little girl and am not ashamed to admit that at my age (32) that I'm still his <del>little</del> Princess. He caught me at a bad moment this morning. I was half aware I was alive and was trying like hell to not scream and cry because I was in pain. So, when he called and started asking me questions about money, bills I owed, student loans, and what I did over a year ago, I about lost it. Not my finest moment. I felt so guilty afterwards. I don't like getting upset with him, but sometimes he gets this one-track mind and drills into you, ignoring the obvious, and it grates the nerves. I reacted poorly.
My husband came home to find me in the fetal position on the couch, face in the palms of my hands, trying like hell to not cry. Without a word, he came in, kissed my cheek and placed my coffee on the coffee table. He put all the groceries away, and even put some fresh roses in a vase as a surprise for me. In that process, I took the dogs outside to do their potty business. My husband came outside to have a cigarette and talk. Dad called him and checked on me. When that was done, the flood gates burst open. It was time. I've been holding on to these tears for months.
And when I say months, I kind of mean almost a year. Some girls cry all the time. Some cry here and there. I cry never. Let me put this in perspective for you to give you a better understanding of who I am to explain my "no crying" thing.
I view crying as a weakness. I think people who cry often as weak. That's just me. Dad raised me to be tough. I was the first-born. I was supposed to be a son. In essence I was raised as one. Yes, my mother put dresses on me. I love makeup and having my hair done. But in no way am I the kind of girl who thrives to have the latest Gucci bag (honey, it's a fucking purse) or care about the latest fashion craze (if I have clothes to cover my body, I'm good). I played baseball (not that cheap substitute of softball), I was a goalie in hockey, I am an avid sportsman, I played basketball, football, was semi-pro in figure skating (ok, that was kind of girly - my mom had her hand in that), and competed in horseback riding shows and events all over Illinois. I wasn't afraid to get dirty, cut, hurt, kicked, bit, and so on and so forth.
Through the years I've had numerous accidents, concussions, and trips to the hospital. We've lost count. One I want to touch on was more recent (July 4, 2010). My horse was dying from cancer and we were having him put down. Hardest decision I've ever had to make in my life. I loved him so much. He was my everything. He was laying down, being sedated, and I was holding his head in my lap, caressing him, kissing him, and softly talking to him and telling him how special he was to me. It was time for him to be euthanized, and the Vet wanted me to leave (he was afraid I wouldn't take it well), and I gave my horse one last hug and kiss. Apparently sensing something was amiss, my horse thrashed about in an attempt to get up (I don't blame him). My left leg got in the way. His back leg and hoof connected with my shin perfectly. It was like watching a medicine ball crush a cement building. I stood there in disbelief. Pain shot through me, and I just walked away. I didn't want that to be my last memory of him, even though it kind of was. My lower leg was instantly swollen and purple. According to the ER doctor, my tibia was crushed and fractured, though only partially. It never healed.
Through all that I never cried. My parents and husband kept looking at me puzzled. It wasn't till a week later that I properly mourned the loss of my horse. I finally came to the realization he was gone. I was stuck walking in a funky boot thing, and he was gone.
Maybe that doesn't explain why I finally broke down and cried today. To me it does. I hold so much inside. I hide so much frustration, pain, and fear inside because I don't want to burden others with it. It just all came tumbling out. My husband worries so much about me as it is, and I dislike making him fret more over me. I just couldn't hold it all in anymore. The tears fell down my cheeks like a cascading waterfall. There was no end. All I could choke out was, "I just want to be a normal person. I don't want to be in this much pain any more."
In his comforting, he wiped my tears and assured me I was normal. He also told me I was the strongest person he had ever known. It broke his heart to see me cry like I was. Yes, I feel better now. It doesn't take away from the fact that I still wish I was normal. That I wish I didn't feel like I do every day. But, it means so much to me that he is there by my side, even to just wipe those tears away and listen to my garbled attempts to cry for normality.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Weight loss and Fibromyalgia
People have asked me how I dealt with losing weight and dealing with the pain of fibromyalgia. Honestly, the pain of FM wasn't half as bad as the pain I felt in my back where the degenerative disc and bulging discs were. The nerves they were pinching caused me more problems than some of the FM pain I was going through. Though, to be honest, they both equally sucked. It almost felt as if it was a waste of time losing weight in the first place.
Take into consideration with large amounts of weight loss (as this happened to me with the weight loss I went through) that your skeletal structure does go through a shifting of sorts. This does not help with the flare-ups of fibro. I was a hefty 375+ lbs. at my largest, and at my smallest I was down to 135lbs. Because of that dramatic loss my structure shifted in many areas that were unbearable. Knees, for example, were bent inwards (towards each other, and ankle stress was placed on the inside) at my heaviest. Once I lost the weight, my knees straightened out, as did my ankles, and I thought there was no pain like it in the world. My feet even shrunk some (they weren't as wide anymore, and I even went down in shoe size).
I had constant problems as my back and shoulders began to straightened out. I'm sure some of you are well aware of the posture of some obese people. They tend to either lean backwards very far, or (as I did) hunch their shoulders and lean forward, almost like they are trying to hide into themselves. It was more of a security thing for me. I tried to close into myself so that I could close off the world around me. My shoulders were pulled inward and forward, and I was hunched forward and kind of pulled into myself. I was embarrassed of myself. Anyway, because of this, there was a lot of different stresses put on my spine, and skeletal structure. It wasn't a fun ride.
I constantly felt like my decisions to lose weight, and ultimately make a lifestyle change, were wrong (as screwed up as that may seem) because I felt like I was now worse off than I was before the weight loss, even though that wasn't really the case. The pain was almost unbearable, but seriously in the end, I'd rather be healthier and dealing with my body adjusting to the weight loss pain, than the possibility of suffering a heart attack at the size I was at.
It's still an ongoing battle, emotionally, about weight. When I lost health insurance and consequently any medications I was on, my weight suffered some. Actually, since my car accident I've been having some weight issues. My lack of mobility since then has packed on a few pounds. What was a 135lbs went to 147lbs. Then I moved to Arizona and lost my health insurance. With all that depression, stress, and pain, I've eaten myself to about 160lbs. I'm embarrassed by it. I feel like I've let myself go, and look like hell. Yet, I can't really do much about it. I have no "good" days where I am not in pain. If there were, I'd be walking, doing Zumba, or something! I physically can't do it. Today I can barely put my right arm up over shoulder height. Makes stretching a bitch!
I've been going stir crazy. I want to walk the dogs. Not during the day. It's way too hot for them to do that. But, in the evenings when the sidewalks are cooler, I would like to be able to do stuff like that.
I feel useless. And kind of gross. Which makes me feel guilty for wanting a frozen yogurt right now.
Take into consideration with large amounts of weight loss (as this happened to me with the weight loss I went through) that your skeletal structure does go through a shifting of sorts. This does not help with the flare-ups of fibro. I was a hefty 375+ lbs. at my largest, and at my smallest I was down to 135lbs. Because of that dramatic loss my structure shifted in many areas that were unbearable. Knees, for example, were bent inwards (towards each other, and ankle stress was placed on the inside) at my heaviest. Once I lost the weight, my knees straightened out, as did my ankles, and I thought there was no pain like it in the world. My feet even shrunk some (they weren't as wide anymore, and I even went down in shoe size).
I had constant problems as my back and shoulders began to straightened out. I'm sure some of you are well aware of the posture of some obese people. They tend to either lean backwards very far, or (as I did) hunch their shoulders and lean forward, almost like they are trying to hide into themselves. It was more of a security thing for me. I tried to close into myself so that I could close off the world around me. My shoulders were pulled inward and forward, and I was hunched forward and kind of pulled into myself. I was embarrassed of myself. Anyway, because of this, there was a lot of different stresses put on my spine, and skeletal structure. It wasn't a fun ride.
I constantly felt like my decisions to lose weight, and ultimately make a lifestyle change, were wrong (as screwed up as that may seem) because I felt like I was now worse off than I was before the weight loss, even though that wasn't really the case. The pain was almost unbearable, but seriously in the end, I'd rather be healthier and dealing with my body adjusting to the weight loss pain, than the possibility of suffering a heart attack at the size I was at.
It's still an ongoing battle, emotionally, about weight. When I lost health insurance and consequently any medications I was on, my weight suffered some. Actually, since my car accident I've been having some weight issues. My lack of mobility since then has packed on a few pounds. What was a 135lbs went to 147lbs. Then I moved to Arizona and lost my health insurance. With all that depression, stress, and pain, I've eaten myself to about 160lbs. I'm embarrassed by it. I feel like I've let myself go, and look like hell. Yet, I can't really do much about it. I have no "good" days where I am not in pain. If there were, I'd be walking, doing Zumba, or something! I physically can't do it. Today I can barely put my right arm up over shoulder height. Makes stretching a bitch!
I've been going stir crazy. I want to walk the dogs. Not during the day. It's way too hot for them to do that. But, in the evenings when the sidewalks are cooler, I would like to be able to do stuff like that.
I feel useless. And kind of gross. Which makes me feel guilty for wanting a frozen yogurt right now.
Just life..
I could not sleep last night. I don't know what is going on with my muscles and body, but it's not good. I was a mess of spasms and jolting shocks of pain everywhere.
I fell asleep around midnight. My husband was already asleep. He was off work last night, which was nice. We watched hockey and movies. It was a typical night. We went to bed, and I was really tired, so I curled up with my body pillow to help with my back and leg pain, and fell asleep.
Not long after (about 1:30AM), I woke up with my legs kicking rapidly and painfully. This is fairly common for me. I couldn't get comfortable, so I got up and went to another bed to try and stretch my back and legs. I feel awful when this happens. I tend to wake my husband up when I kick violently like this, and that's not fair to him. He doesn't get to sleep in the same bed with me often, and when he does, he gets kicked violently and awakened by my awful leg spasms. It makes me feel bad.
I laid in another bed trying to stretch and relax for hours. I could hear my huge grandfather clock chime the hours several times through the night as I laid there. It was maddening. I watched the sun peek its way through the windows as my eyes finally grew heavy. As soon as they closed, they opened once more to the barking of my dogs who were outside. I gave up. It was 7:30AM.
I came down the stairs and poured myself some coffee that my husband made. He felt awful that I looked so disheveled. He knew I didn't sleep. He hugged me, kissed my forehead. I sipped my coffee and came to rest on the couch to watch crap on the TV and read news on the net.
My entire body feels like it has been beaten with a baseball bat. My joints burn with every movement. My left ankle feels like it is stiff (like it has been broken and left to heal improperly), and incapable of proper movement. My shoulders do not want to move. I keep having twinges of pain shoot through my body, randomly. I keep losing feeling in my left foot. I goes dead. I don't know why. My elbows feel like I've been using them to row a boat for three days, nonstop.
What the hell is wrong with my body? Why am I falling apart at such a young age?
I understand I have Fibro. But seriously, it flared up this bad? This is insane. I can't take this anymore. And to put the icing on the cake, I have these psychos on my back bitching at me like childish brats because I don't agree with this soap "cure" for RLS. I wish I was joking when I said that, but alas, it's true. I have these twits actually going hog wild batshit crazy because I don't think it is a viable treatment and I called it a "crackpot" treatment. Seriously, they need help. And the help I have for these women is very simple. It's safe, it's simple, and it works.
It comes in various shapes and sizes. Helps every individual relieve stress. Runs on batteries and is referred to as a "personal massager" or "dildo". With it, they can politely go fuck themselves till they're sedate or whatever they want to feel.
My god, I've never met a more uptight group of women who needed a good fucking in my life. And they desperately need it.
I fell asleep around midnight. My husband was already asleep. He was off work last night, which was nice. We watched hockey and movies. It was a typical night. We went to bed, and I was really tired, so I curled up with my body pillow to help with my back and leg pain, and fell asleep.
Not long after (about 1:30AM), I woke up with my legs kicking rapidly and painfully. This is fairly common for me. I couldn't get comfortable, so I got up and went to another bed to try and stretch my back and legs. I feel awful when this happens. I tend to wake my husband up when I kick violently like this, and that's not fair to him. He doesn't get to sleep in the same bed with me often, and when he does, he gets kicked violently and awakened by my awful leg spasms. It makes me feel bad.
I laid in another bed trying to stretch and relax for hours. I could hear my huge grandfather clock chime the hours several times through the night as I laid there. It was maddening. I watched the sun peek its way through the windows as my eyes finally grew heavy. As soon as they closed, they opened once more to the barking of my dogs who were outside. I gave up. It was 7:30AM.
I came down the stairs and poured myself some coffee that my husband made. He felt awful that I looked so disheveled. He knew I didn't sleep. He hugged me, kissed my forehead. I sipped my coffee and came to rest on the couch to watch crap on the TV and read news on the net.
My entire body feels like it has been beaten with a baseball bat. My joints burn with every movement. My left ankle feels like it is stiff (like it has been broken and left to heal improperly), and incapable of proper movement. My shoulders do not want to move. I keep having twinges of pain shoot through my body, randomly. I keep losing feeling in my left foot. I goes dead. I don't know why. My elbows feel like I've been using them to row a boat for three days, nonstop.
What the hell is wrong with my body? Why am I falling apart at such a young age?
I understand I have Fibro. But seriously, it flared up this bad? This is insane. I can't take this anymore. And to put the icing on the cake, I have these psychos on my back bitching at me like childish brats because I don't agree with this soap "cure" for RLS. I wish I was joking when I said that, but alas, it's true. I have these twits actually going hog wild batshit crazy because I don't think it is a viable treatment and I called it a "crackpot" treatment. Seriously, they need help. And the help I have for these women is very simple. It's safe, it's simple, and it works.
It comes in various shapes and sizes. Helps every individual relieve stress. Runs on batteries and is referred to as a "personal massager" or "dildo". With it, they can politely go fuck themselves till they're sedate or whatever they want to feel.
My god, I've never met a more uptight group of women who needed a good fucking in my life. And they desperately need it.
Monday, May 20, 2013
I choose to change...
There are things in life I don't understand. The complexity of worm holes in outer space, for example. I don't think I'll ever understand the space-time continuum. Or how the TARDIS never seems to visit ME.
But, there are things I choose to not understand. Why people are so incredibly ignorant to facts about an issue when they are given to them, and choose to go forward with their incredibly stupid and dangerous "health" choices. A person is more interested in their own vanity than the long term (or short term affects that could be impacted on their health by their incredibly dangerous diet choices, especially with their health problems.
The diet is known as The Lemonade Diet (a.k.a. Master Cleanse Diet). It is by far one of the most horrendous diets I've ever heard of. To make it worse, people who suffer from some of the conditions I have want to try this diet (for a period of two weeks).
In a nutshell, you're not eating any solid foods for two weeks. You're drinking this horrid lemon juice, maple syrup, cayenne pepper, and water mix. You may also have a "salt water flush" and herbal laxative. That is it. You're not allowed supplements.
Now, the problem with this, is people assume that they're going to "flush" the fat out. Not so. Maybe if you're morbidly obese. But, if you're like me, and generally have only a few pounds to lose (despite your inner battle of you wishing you were a size 0 even though you're a size 6), the only thing you're going to lose is muscle mass and water weight.
To get a better idea of the complete bad idea that this diet is, please read here: http://www.webmd.com/diet/features/the-lemonade-diet-master-cleanse-diet
I think the problem is we, as a society, are fixed on the "ideal" body type. It's sad. I've battled with it my whole life. I've been big, I've been tiny. I've been everything in the middle. I was never happy because I was constantly tormented for how I looked. Society is cruel. It's not right, it's not fair.
I've finally come to terms with choosing to not give a shit with what others think of how I look. It's not an easy battle, but I keep fighting on. I try to find people, randomly, every day, and point out positives about them. If I can, I try to tell them about those positives. They're pretty, I like their hair, or whatever. No, I don't just pick out "ideal" people. I pick out anyone and everyone. I'm on a mission to spread happiness. The kind of happiness that was never offered to me from strangers.
Hate and rudeness was directed towards me. In turn I want to be constructive and give out happiness, courage, and love. No one should have their day ruined as much as I have had just because someone wanted to let me know they thought I was fat, or ugly.
So, what will you do to change the life of someone else for the better? What is your goal to make life positive for a stranger?
And on another note, I've noticed I have a bunch of readers from Russia. Welcome Comrades!
But, there are things I choose to not understand. Why people are so incredibly ignorant to facts about an issue when they are given to them, and choose to go forward with their incredibly stupid and dangerous "health" choices. A person is more interested in their own vanity than the long term (or short term affects that could be impacted on their health by their incredibly dangerous diet choices, especially with their health problems.
The diet is known as The Lemonade Diet (a.k.a. Master Cleanse Diet). It is by far one of the most horrendous diets I've ever heard of. To make it worse, people who suffer from some of the conditions I have want to try this diet (for a period of two weeks).
In a nutshell, you're not eating any solid foods for two weeks. You're drinking this horrid lemon juice, maple syrup, cayenne pepper, and water mix. You may also have a "salt water flush" and herbal laxative. That is it. You're not allowed supplements.
Now, the problem with this, is people assume that they're going to "flush" the fat out. Not so. Maybe if you're morbidly obese. But, if you're like me, and generally have only a few pounds to lose (despite your inner battle of you wishing you were a size 0 even though you're a size 6), the only thing you're going to lose is muscle mass and water weight.
To get a better idea of the complete bad idea that this diet is, please read here: http://www.webmd.com/diet/features/the-lemonade-diet-master-cleanse-diet
I think the problem is we, as a society, are fixed on the "ideal" body type. It's sad. I've battled with it my whole life. I've been big, I've been tiny. I've been everything in the middle. I was never happy because I was constantly tormented for how I looked. Society is cruel. It's not right, it's not fair.
I've finally come to terms with choosing to not give a shit with what others think of how I look. It's not an easy battle, but I keep fighting on. I try to find people, randomly, every day, and point out positives about them. If I can, I try to tell them about those positives. They're pretty, I like their hair, or whatever. No, I don't just pick out "ideal" people. I pick out anyone and everyone. I'm on a mission to spread happiness. The kind of happiness that was never offered to me from strangers.
Hate and rudeness was directed towards me. In turn I want to be constructive and give out happiness, courage, and love. No one should have their day ruined as much as I have had just because someone wanted to let me know they thought I was fat, or ugly.
So, what will you do to change the life of someone else for the better? What is your goal to make life positive for a stranger?
And on another note, I've noticed I have a bunch of readers from Russia. Welcome Comrades!
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Baking up something new in the kitchen!
It's time to get excited (or scared)! I'm making something new in the kitchen!
One thing I believe in is being creative and trying to make new things. You may find it's been done before somewhere down the line or someone perfected it, but you'll know in your heart you tried it first. That's what counts!
So, I had this idea to try something new. I love Brie. I love baked Brie even more. But the idea of having to make a whole baked brie is a pain in the ass. Let's face facts. Who wants to go out and get a whole brie wheel, and then make the dough, bake that momma, and then eat it all alone just because you wanted some baked brie? Not me! So, I made my own twist on a baked favorite.
Mini Baked Brie Hors d'oeuvres
Honestly, it's silly easy to make this. And it doesn't just have to be made with brie. You can make this with whatever cheese and fillings you want. Too easy!! Enjoy yourself!
One thing I believe in is being creative and trying to make new things. You may find it's been done before somewhere down the line or someone perfected it, but you'll know in your heart you tried it first. That's what counts!
So, I had this idea to try something new. I love Brie. I love baked Brie even more. But the idea of having to make a whole baked brie is a pain in the ass. Let's face facts. Who wants to go out and get a whole brie wheel, and then make the dough, bake that momma, and then eat it all alone just because you wanted some baked brie? Not me! So, I made my own twist on a baked favorite.
Mini Baked Brie Hors d'oeuvres
- 1 can pre-made biscuits
- your favorite selection of Brie
- any extras you may want to fill pastry with (I used green apple for some, and green olives for others)
- any toppings you may like (I used bacon - some prefer raspberry preserves)
Honestly, it's silly easy to make this. And it doesn't just have to be made with brie. You can make this with whatever cheese and fillings you want. Too easy!! Enjoy yourself!
Friday, May 17, 2013
Suck me sideways...
I am banging my head against my glass coffee table. Not literally, but I should be. I weep for the ignorance of society and how gullible they truly can be.
Again, the message board I roam the topic of R.L.S. (restless leg syndrome) comes up. Again, (because apparently I'm talking to a fucking brick wall) I respond, but this time I try to resply in a way that wakens them all to our epidemic of relying on the medications that doctors keep shoving down our throats. I was trying to make a point that we need to stop shoving medications into our systems and look to a more natural way of healing (as I had suggested that generally a lack of potassium and/or iron is the leading cause for RLS). Again, I'm over-looked because apparently I'm using too big of concepts here for people to grasp. And, again, the lady with the soap cure chimes in. Again, someone buys into the soap theory.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, LADY?!
It is soap. It does not fix pain unless you're nutty coo-coo in the head. Soap is soap. You use it with water and wash your stinky ass and crotch. It doesn't do anything else but clean you and possibly mask your horrid body musk if you're naturally heavy with musk. It has no other properties. There is no secret powers behind it. If that were true (that it helped with pain and R.L.S.), then there would be NO NEED for medications that these doctors prescribe. They would tell you to buy a bar of your favorite soap and sleep with it in your bed. But it doesn't work, so quit trying to sell your stupid. It's pissing me off!
I know it doesn't work. I did an experiment in high school on this exact subject. It's all psychological. We want so hard to believe that the soap is going to fix us, that some of us are so gullible enough to believe it has. There is some psychological need in our head that is filled with that bar of soap and we believe we have been cured, when we have not. I proved it by switching the soap with a block of wood (of the same size). The wood filled the same need. The person who believed the soap was fixing them was now being cured by a block of wood. It's all mental. There is nothing magical, medical, or special about the soap. It's just soap. I just don't understand how people can't grasp that concept.
This is like the other night, I was up on Facebook helping a friend with natural ways to get sleep. She uses Tylenol PM, but it doesn't always work for her, and she doesn't like how it makes her feel. So, I made the suggestion for her to try Melatonin. It's a natural supplement / hormone that our body produces. I suggested to her that she try finding a supplement that is just melatonin and not a mix (to prevent any reactions she could have) and to start at a low dose (approximately 3mg. and work from there).
I was bum rushed from a plethora of her friends who not only knew nothing about natural supplements or melatonin, but had no idea about anything else they were talking about either. It was annoying as fuck. One twat suggested that my friend could have problems with dependency / addiction. It's a hormone. A natural supplement. He then also suggested the ease of overdose. If a hand could reach through a computer and bitch slap a person to death, it would have been at that point, by me, to that guy. Just for being stupid. Then some other twatwaffle chimes in and starts going on about how reflexology is a better route and that rubbing the big toes is the way to fall asleep and that taking pills is bad.
You know, if you don't agree with the things I have to say, you don't have to. It's fine. But for the love of all that is holy, try your damn hardest to not be so fucking stupid! It's not only annoying, but insulting. I don't like having to put idiots in their place, especially when they've already done most of their work for me by being so damn stupid. You've wasted my time. See? Insulting!
Again, the message board I roam the topic of R.L.S. (restless leg syndrome) comes up. Again, (because apparently I'm talking to a fucking brick wall) I respond, but this time I try to resply in a way that wakens them all to our epidemic of relying on the medications that doctors keep shoving down our throats. I was trying to make a point that we need to stop shoving medications into our systems and look to a more natural way of healing (as I had suggested that generally a lack of potassium and/or iron is the leading cause for RLS). Again, I'm over-looked because apparently I'm using too big of concepts here for people to grasp. And, again, the lady with the soap cure chimes in. Again, someone buys into the soap theory.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, LADY?!
It is soap. It does not fix pain unless you're nutty coo-coo in the head. Soap is soap. You use it with water and wash your stinky ass and crotch. It doesn't do anything else but clean you and possibly mask your horrid body musk if you're naturally heavy with musk. It has no other properties. There is no secret powers behind it. If that were true (that it helped with pain and R.L.S.), then there would be NO NEED for medications that these doctors prescribe. They would tell you to buy a bar of your favorite soap and sleep with it in your bed. But it doesn't work, so quit trying to sell your stupid. It's pissing me off!
I know it doesn't work. I did an experiment in high school on this exact subject. It's all psychological. We want so hard to believe that the soap is going to fix us, that some of us are so gullible enough to believe it has. There is some psychological need in our head that is filled with that bar of soap and we believe we have been cured, when we have not. I proved it by switching the soap with a block of wood (of the same size). The wood filled the same need. The person who believed the soap was fixing them was now being cured by a block of wood. It's all mental. There is nothing magical, medical, or special about the soap. It's just soap. I just don't understand how people can't grasp that concept.
This is like the other night, I was up on Facebook helping a friend with natural ways to get sleep. She uses Tylenol PM, but it doesn't always work for her, and she doesn't like how it makes her feel. So, I made the suggestion for her to try Melatonin. It's a natural supplement / hormone that our body produces. I suggested to her that she try finding a supplement that is just melatonin and not a mix (to prevent any reactions she could have) and to start at a low dose (approximately 3mg. and work from there).
I was bum rushed from a plethora of her friends who not only knew nothing about natural supplements or melatonin, but had no idea about anything else they were talking about either. It was annoying as fuck. One twat suggested that my friend could have problems with dependency / addiction. It's a hormone. A natural supplement. He then also suggested the ease of overdose. If a hand could reach through a computer and bitch slap a person to death, it would have been at that point, by me, to that guy. Just for being stupid. Then some other twatwaffle chimes in and starts going on about how reflexology is a better route and that rubbing the big toes is the way to fall asleep and that taking pills is bad.
You know, if you don't agree with the things I have to say, you don't have to. It's fine. But for the love of all that is holy, try your damn hardest to not be so fucking stupid! It's not only annoying, but insulting. I don't like having to put idiots in their place, especially when they've already done most of their work for me by being so damn stupid. You've wasted my time. See? Insulting!
Thursday, May 16, 2013
I have a boo-boo.
Yesterday was quite warm. It was about 100 degrees here in Arizona near where I live. It was slightly humid, but not too bad. While I was outside in the backyard, I decided to water my fruit trees (orange, lime, and lemon). Thankfully, there were ripe fruit that I could use, so I picked them up and brought them in the house.
I had a nice lemon and a nice lime that I could use to make my fruit water with. I washed up my strawberries, the lemon, and the lime and began to slice up everything. While I was slicing up the lemon, I slipped and cut my favorite finger; the middle one. Hurt like hell. It wasn't bad enough that the knife cut me. What made it worse was that there was lemon juice that got into the cut. I was quick to rinse everything off and get pressure on the cut. I bled like crazy.
After that whole mess and stopping the bleeding, I finally finished my fruit water so it could set up over night. Now I can enjoy delicious water today! Yay!
I had a nice lemon and a nice lime that I could use to make my fruit water with. I washed up my strawberries, the lemon, and the lime and began to slice up everything. While I was slicing up the lemon, I slipped and cut my favorite finger; the middle one. Hurt like hell. It wasn't bad enough that the knife cut me. What made it worse was that there was lemon juice that got into the cut. I was quick to rinse everything off and get pressure on the cut. I bled like crazy.
After that whole mess and stopping the bleeding, I finally finished my fruit water so it could set up over night. Now I can enjoy delicious water today! Yay!
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