Last official day of the Blog-Along.
Last day of Camp NaNoWriMo.
And this happened a couple of days ago.
My validated word count exceeded my goal.
YAY! I made it thanks to the blogging.
That’s the one thing I really love about camp. There aren’t many rules and you set your own goals for the month. I love that I have been able to blog everyday, even on a day when it would have been easier to say forget it. When some of it was hard. Some of it, made me feel very exposed. Which led to the “wtf were you thinking” moments. It’s easier to sometimes write about the hard stuff on my not so secret but still sorta secret blog. I’ve had it for ten years. But I don’t use my real name on it, which is why it’s sorta secret.
Yesterday, ended up being one of those days. I wound up with a headache that made me feel like if I turned my head one way or another, I’d pull a muscle. And then my back was all hurty. I unexpectedly had to people yesterday. Though I mostly stayed in my little corner because I just wasn’t up to it. They weren’t here to see me anyway so I guess it’s fine. I dunno.
I thought taking a shower last night would help a little. But the water actually hurt. I would try to let it hit those very sore places and couple almost brought me to my knees. It’s a very odd sensation to have water hurt. It’s right up there with loose clothing feeling like a vice. These feelings are something I’m just not used to and I’m not sure I can get used to them. It’s frustrating too, to have people that don’t understand the pain and it’s levels that range from minor nuisance to down right stabbing and knee dropping.
I don’t even like going to the doctor about it because he’s so dismissive. It’s like he doesn’t care what I’m there for, just what other services he can get me to sign up for. The very first time I went to this doctor was for bleeding in between cycles, which was new to me. He did a pap and exam. He stated he didn’t like how things looked and was going to refer me to the OB/GYN that is considered a specialist to have him look at it. The next thing I know, he’s talking cancer and hysterectomy and other stuff. Talk about jumping the gun!!! I eventually got in to see the “specialist” because he is only in for them twice a month. This doctor turned out to be the very same doctor “mom” goes to. And he takes one look and says its nothing, just polyps. PHEW! I hate going to see doctor asshat, but with no insurance and no income, my choices are very limited. “Mom” says we’re going to try and find me a better doctor. Luckily I don’t have to go very often.
It’s probably because of doctors like him that I don’t go regularly, or when I have my chest pains and trouble breathing. I was 18 when I first started experiencing that. Once, it got so bad I told my mother to take me to the ER. They made me wait for hours before they checked me, if you can call it that. Dismissed me and said it was anxiety. No tests, nothing, but a $40 prescription. I followed up with my then family doctor and he told me to quit the pills. He said they were placebos. But he didn’t put me on anything different. Eventually it all subsided for a long while. I do have flare ups from time to time. Usually something triggers it. I just try to cope until it passes.
Have you ever been in an old Catholic church or even a cathedral, think St. Patrick’s in NYC? There’s a certain smell that these places have. I think it’s a mixture of the incense from masses and the candles. Lately, almost every night, for the last few nights I have been smelling the incense. I don’t know if it is frankincense or myrrh or both. I haven’t burned incense in ages, so I know it’s not something I have done. And then this morning, for the briefest of moments, I mean there-gone in an instant, I smelled roses. I haven’t had a scent of roses like that in ages. But as soon as I smelled the roses, they were gone. And we have no roses blooming, nor any in the house. As to the incense smell, I do find it a comfort even it is a mystery. I miss that smell. Probably the only thing about church that I do miss. Okay that and the statues and candles, those always fascinated me.
Google told me that frankincense and myrrh can be symbolic of Mary Magdalene. And of course I know rose is Mother Mary. Last night I asked Magdalene what it is she is trying to tell me. I still don’t know.
Instead I had a very odd dream about my late grandmother, wearing a very revealing black evening gown with a sexy black undergarment. Think along the lines of Cher in her “Turn Back Time” video. And she was packing luggage and was extremely animated. The thing that makes it so bizarre is that my grandmother was the most modest person I ever knew. When she had a yeast infection, she didn’t even want her doctor (who was a male) to look at her. She was the kind of woman that never wore pants or anything “revealing”. For her to wear a sleeveless dress was a big deal. In the dream, she gave me a rather large suitcase that could be separated into two. I opened one side of it and there were two very dated dresses, that looked like someone the size of a pencil would wear. The waists were that tiny. I mentioned to her that two of her old dresses were in there, but she seemed so disinterested. In some ways, it was almost like I was invisible to her. Then the scene changed and I was hiding in the wheel well of a moving tank running from the “bad guys” No clue what any of that was about.
Dreams man….
Can’t they be a little more comprehendable? LOL
Thank you all for reading my blog this month. And for all your comments.
I hope to continue on with this on a regular basis and not disappear until the next blog along.
Until the next post………………