My fibromyalgia from neg-grappling (1) has flared from my shoulder to across my back. I keep trying to stretch it out, as if it was a purely muscular instead of neuro-psychological and that an on-tippie-toes-fingers-to-the-sky would simply sort it all out. I call it back flare. I think of it as being like the burn-off of gas from a Nigerian oil-rig at night. That blue-black patch came on quick. In spite of the pain I had a meaningful day.
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Wear it Purple Day A long sleeved purple buttoned shirt—albeit partially concealed by a grey-tinged-with-white office-man sweater vest. A purple(ish) hat with the Ford logo on it.A fluffy, purple, non-spiky wool scarf for my neck. I look fabulous. UPDATE: I shared a lift with a fellow purpler I told him I looked fabulous and he agreed.
BattleMech is a game from the '80s that I played a couple of times. The theme was giant humanoid-shaped weapon platforms operated by an onboard pilot. The game board was a battle map and in a game of two players you'd each have a couple of mechs as represented by a small white cardboard pic of your bot slotted in a plastic stand and then get to it.
When you're furtling along the flying pages of your calendar there are moments of grey, black, blue, gold or white. I hit a gold patch, lots of positive feedback for work well done. It was gratifying. It's a gold patch I'll hug tight like a hot water bottle when the pages go more grey, blue or black. Sometimes work feels like a nighttime drive along an arterial road.
I was just 20 minutes home and aboard to board the bike when Poppy induced me to have two shots of sambuca.So, what the heck. I downed the first shot, disappointing Poppy since I missed savouring it, so I got another that I sipped. It was nice. It landed on an empty stomach, though, and I'm about to exercise. It was the first time I'd used my pirate-themed shot glass—a s'cret Santa pressie from 2008 from a former over-the-partition colleague.
With thanks to AD&D.I used to draw up my own AD&D character sheets then raid Mum's scotch bottle full of five cent coins and go to the nearest photocopier so I could make up batches of characters. Ah, the '80s. I helped out a colleague in a bind. It was most enjoyable. I value added to the task and helped them meet a tight deadline.
Because I stick my nose into people's affairs I get to meet people who are kewl. I met an Aboriginal man who paints in a contemporary Aboriginal style and I commissioned a kookaburra-themed artwork for theboy. I had bought theboy a burned-into-wood rendering of laughing kookaburras from an old mate selling soldering-iron-crisped artistic woodstuffs in the main artery of the Kippax shopping precinct when theboy was still in utero. It was an impulse purchase to mark theboy's impending arrival.
I'm in the shed and about to ride SoTPC, my exercise bike. The rain is slashing down upon the roof. It's soothing, soporific noise and I just want to curl up in my sleeping bag (1) by the heater and stare mindlessly at the element within (2).It was a hard morning—my morning are always hard. But with meds and work it got better and my day was ultimately a productive and fulfilling one. Okay, so I don't have my "health" but I'm happy and productive.
More like crawled in. It took three minutes to reach the doors from where I got dropped off about 100 metres away—all downhill. The walk was agony.But I had lots of meds and made sure to use wellness measures at point in the day.