Happy birthday to k_crow, static_eddie, and treadpath!
Doctor visit yesterday went very well indeed. He's one of those doctors who *likes* informed patients. No, I do not have lupus. (It's never lupus!) (I didn't think it was, but a friend wanted me to check).
But. I do indeed have plantar fasciitis. I also have bursitis in my hips, irritable bowel syndrome (high comormidity with fibromyalgia), and a resurgence of my tendonitis, this time in both hands.
What am I, ninety?
Warmth and exercises were recommended and demonstrated. An antiinflammatory and muscle relaxant were prescribed, the latter with the goal of eventually replacing the Lunesta, which is wearing off sooner and sooner these days. And I have a better idea of the level of exercise I need to be doing. And *not* doing.
Fell asleep in the car last night, and was in bed by 9:30...
How well are you capitalizing on this year's unique opportunities, Pisces? Now that we're almost halfway through 2007, let's take an inventory. I'm hoping that six months from now, you'll look back and say something like the following: "To my astonishment, this was the year I beat 70 percent of my fear of success and dissolved 80 percent of my tendency to sabotage my ambitions. Not only that. To my great satisfaction, I shed 70 percent of my martyr complex, lost 75 percent of my fascination for glamorous suffering, and smashed 85 percent of my perverse attraction to the victim archetype. This was one of the Best. Years. Ever."
I returned Pronoia to the library, as I can tell it's a book I'll need to own...
I love it that, when you spend time conversing with an attractive gentleman away from the maddening crowd at Diesel, everyone assumes you're "in negotiations" with him, as one friend put it.
I find it twice as amusing that one of said gentleman's lovers actually came over to recommend him to me. :)
(No, we were not talking about That. Dance card still full. One friend: "But if it wasn't full?" Me: "I don't know! I can't even *think* like that right now!" *laughs*)
* Warren Ellis posts comic scripts. Keep in mind that his are different from Bendis's, which are different from Gaiman's, and so on, down the line...
* A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... yep, it's a map of the Star Wars galaxy. :)
* Scientists have created a mathematical formula of how to make the perfect bacon butty..
* Lj's having a Permanent Account sale! It they haven't totally pissed you off, and you still want to go permanent - "If you buy during the first 36 hours of the sale, we'll donate $25 of your purchase price among four organizations: RAINN, Witness, the EFF and Creative Commons. And if you want your donation to go to just one of the organizations you can instruct us to do that too. "
...if they *have* pissed you off that much? Go donate to one of those four anyway. And tell LJ you did it instead of giving the money to them.
* Speaking of which, the crazy-ass "Warriors for Innocence" group? They have not given up.
Each of us is a singular crowd – a walking, talking, air-breathing, waste-producing assemblage of microbial organisms.
Your body consists of 100 trillion cells, give or take, but they're in the minority. Each human is also home to, among other things, an estimated 1,000 trillion individual bacteria, or 10 times more microbes than human cells.
From their kids' guide to summer science series, but not condescending or silly.
Macbeth and the Witches, Henri Fuseli.: Lightning-charged ozone, steel, myrrh, mugwort, colophony, ajowan, and leather.
In bottle: Lovely ozone; under it, lovely ajowan.
On me: The ozone-and-steel is delicate, not overpowering; it's tempered by mugwort and myrrh, anchored by leather. Ajowan simmers in the background - a spice, not the whole dish, gradually permeating the overall scent. Wonderful. :)
Mad Meg, Pieter Bruegel the Elder.: Fire-scorched earth, black mandarin, cinnamon bark, bitter almond, sage, vetiver, and balsam of peru.</i>
In bottle: Sage + vetiver + balsam of peru = so heady!
On me: That same mixture. Gritty-dirty. Again - wonderful!
Schlafende Baigneuse, Pierre-Auguste Renoir.: Skin musk, white cream, honeycomb, yellow rose, King mandarin, chrysanthemum, golden amber, honeysuckle, and wide-throated yellow monkey-flower accord.
In bottle: Light pretty non-chemical floral.
On me: Same. The rose does not kill this! Not getting the honeycomb, sadly.
The Smiling Spider, Odilon Redon.: Bitter clove, black musk, mahogany wood, and patchouli.
In bottle: Clove rides high on this one, on a mixture of musk and patchouli.
On me: It blends, but still leads. This is another dark lovely, very spicy. A man could wear this. So could I, quite happily.
Curves, with the rheumatologist's recommended stretches worked in between stations.
Possibly the mall, to run a few errands.
Pharmacy, to get my new drugs.