When you lived caked in pain you get used to deflecting questions about how you are travelling.For years I've used a cheery "I'm in!" if anyone says good morning and then asks how I am. The unusual blend of a happily implied illness enough to deflect a follow up.An ex boss of mine saw me one morning, asked how I was, and I gave my usual reply."Yeah," he said, "but you didn't actually tell me how you are."I was blown away. He was the first person who had never been deflected.
Articles from Harrangue Man
I awoke from a dream where I had been calmly telling off an antagonist while they were in bed to find myself in IBS-afflicted reality. I lay supine in the dark as echos of the dream faded and the screaming pain of the now registered. I staggered off to the toilet and went; it was a double flusher.But, after some meds and time, the spasms are passing.
I have a skeleton hand-themed back scratcher (1).
A cushion lives to show one side at a time. So if you ruin one side, for example, from seep through you can flip it and show the not contaminated view.But you only get the one extra go. So it's underpants and PJs from now on when on the IKEA seat cushion as bought by thewife.Stupid IBS flare; timed nicely with the back strain and anxiety, thank-you very much. At least the knots on the cushion that held it to the chair were easy to untie.
I strained my back getting off the floor after a meditation session. How dumb that something so Zen lead to something so un-Zen?It's healing; it's not that bad.
The trouble with Great Leaps Forward is the potential for them to go pear-shaped. But then to Sit and Relive Pain is already a failed state. It's just a known failed state against the unknown (potential failure) of a Great Leap.Whatever happens I acknowledge I am ready and I am capable. What are my legs? Steel springs.What are they going to do?Hurl me down the fucking track. WFTW.
theboy was in the lounge room when he suddenly starting singing "Tight Pants" from the Christina Aguilera, Jimmy Fallon and Will Ferrell bit from the The Tonight Show."... and every night he gets swaddled in the tightest of pants..."Total gold.
I had to listen to an audio file but the jack on my box doesn't like the plug of my buds. Yes, I just wrote that and it makes total sense.
I had a career first—I took a phone call in the middle of a shit. I've never been in a position where I've had to do that professionally—through I do once remember taking a personal call whilst on the toilet some ten years ago—but as part of stepping up I had to stay in contact with people; make calls, receive calls and basically push things through.And so it came to pass that I was pushing something through when a call came in about pushing something through.