Making the banal interesting

Today I woke up & within an hour knew my fever was climbing. When I got upstairs, took my temp & had 101 degrees (F). This pic is the before knowing, putting it off, bored with the recognized familiarity.



While watching True Blood this morning, catching this image in the vampire bar restroom was so striking...a girl crying while sitting in front of the toilet. I go through periods of fibro-nausea, & could oddly relate as I once had finally stopped throwing up after 3 straight days, only to start again, & I cried so hard I didn't recognize my own cries. It was one of the only times I've ever seen Chai bunny visibly shaken.



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Wants & desires

Me, sleeping almost solid for 2 days. My idea of hell.


In bed, actually enjoying myself is something I can only imagine, & pantomime.



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Location:Bed

The Weary

There are days that the pain turns from being a raw nerve into exhaustion. The past two days have been exactly that. With two pics, I show the weary, boring picture that is me right now.





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Location:My bed, as always

Simple with scars

I have many scars, from head to toe...& recently heard a quote that 'scars are a map to the soul'. I have to admit I kind of get that & somewhat...a tiny bit, agree. A few days ago I woke up with a cut & blood right beside my right eyebrow. I must have scratched it too hard in my sleep-I think it makes me look like I got in a fight, which I dig. My day was simple, not too bad, & certainly far from a really bad pain day : )

Here is my boring picture, which while my day wasn't boring, it seems to fit the mood of the day. See my fight club scar?



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Location:Home