Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Soapboxing and babble


On the day after the democratic convention I was so taken by the idea that 
we might be able to get women in positions of power
I was a bit emotionally overcome and felt my inner suffragette start to roar....
I got this shirt

I believe we are the closest we have ever been to shifting the patriarchal structure
which is exciting and LONNNNNG overdue
I needed to add my two cents by being a human billboard

The other day I wore this shirt out in public.
I live in a mixed political neighborhood...
so I have not wanted to invite screams or bullying
Instead we went to a nearby town that is far more granola

I had forgotten what I was wearing...as one often does after getting dressed in the morning.
I hear some snickers...
I didn't think anything of it for a while and then when I heard one of the people repeat what was written on my shirt...I knew the cause.
I was not sure how to interpret her response...but she seemed tickled by the words.
So I will take it as an OK response, and thankfully not a verbally abusive one.

This political environment has not only myself, but friends having nightmares about the circus possibilities. The family that agrees with the potential of circus america is even harder to avoid on social media...I just keep filling my feed with period positive articles, women's health changes and  positive options for the world around us. Avoiding confrontations with said family.

*****
Speaking of circuses:

We attended a child's 1st birthday party, a friend of ours....the one that used the name we had secreted away for our own never to be baby. 
I can say the baby's name now and not have it hurt so deeply...I created a mantra that repeated that he was not our "baby name" but a different one.
The baby was not the only baby there, in fact it felt like everyone brought babies.
There were new babies, toddlers and small children.
The Barren and I stayed for a bit, and when the cake came out we left soon afterwards.
We were quiet and in funny moods afterwards...so we went home and ate some potato chips and watched crappy TV to decompress.
 In the big picture world, that is a major step.
In our current world, it is still a bump for us in a day; one that takes an entire day to recover from and requires quiet, and junk food and mood swings.


I've read many times over that "mercury is in retrograde"- which always made me think....
hold strong, shits about to REALLY hit the fan. 
Recently though, while at a coffee shop I was given some words of wisdom from another woman who was also waiting for caffeine.
She looked like Joan Jett so I think that drew me into her words.
She explained that mercury in retrograde really means that we should look inward and how we talk to ourselves and ask to be heard. It helps our brains de-clutter and reconfigure.

So on that note...I am off to abuse the post-it notes and reconfigure



Monday, September 12, 2016

Mondayssssss for days

I needed a little pick me up
so I thought I would pass it along to 
you magical wonderful loveies

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Recovery


Once again my tub is a recovery zone.

Two weeks ago I was feeling on top of the world, I was seeing results from pushing myself farther and harder in class to reach new personal goals. 
I was feeling the benefits of the vitamin D I was taking again.
I was feeling invincible.

Then I noticed it had been a long time since I had peed that day.
When I did finally try, barely anything came out.
So, being the over achiever, I drank 40+oz of water and a quarter of a watermelon.
I must have been dehydrated.

I began to pee, but it was very little and then every few moments...
I knew this was not good, but for some reason did nothing to stop this decent until four hours had passed and I started to pee blood.
The Barren was traveling for work and when he called and heard me he said you gonna ride it out until the morning and see your doctor...I said yeah.
I was wrong...when 9pm came around I was EXHAUSTED and all the walk in clinics were closed.
Our local ER is like going into downtown Bangladesh and the wait times are off the chart...
plus I was scared and alone.
I mustered up my courage and got myself into the car and drove to another towns ER.
I had to stop along the way to pee, more blood...and pain

I made it to the ER and felt like I was going to pass out.
I gave a sample, that looked more like a small glass of Rosé
They took me in right away and told me where the bathroom was.
I was calm considering how frightened I was.

I get white coat too, so my pulse was elevated and explained to the admitting nurse what was happening. It took a while before the dishtowel of an ER doctor came in.
I had gone to the bathroom twice while waiting for him.
He didn't even look me in the face for the first half of the questioning.
He asked if I had any surgeries, I explained my endo and cyst and fibroids.
He asked if I had, had any others, I said I had my wisdom teeth out, but I didn't think that the roots went that deep. 
At that point he smirked and said he'd be back after the results came in.

While I waited more, I just kept peeing, and walking back and forth from my room to the bathroom.
Pain building...and blood.
Finally, another nurse came in and sat down, looked and me and said:
" I've seen you go to the bathroom many many times since you've been admitted. Can you tell me what is going on? " He looked at me and listened and I told him the pressure is so intense...it is as bad as cramping and the pain while peeing is building. 
And even though I have a fairly high pain tolerance, this was beginning to be quite upsetting.

He came back with some meds, and I took them...and then threw them up.
Then peed again and while walking back to the room.
The doctor said " you are allergic to a lot of things! "
I responded " yes, I am very special"

The nurse smirked and followed me back into the room, 
gave me some saltines, anti-nausea meds and another dose of medicine. 

He got me released and explained that I had a UTI and that the meds would take 24-36 hours before I felt better. I thanked him and drove home. The bladder pills already working and allowing me to make it home without having to stop.
I came home and passed out...it was 1:30am

The next couple of days were rough, and it felt like I had overwiped from all the peeing...
when I finally looked three days later I discovered I had gotten a HEMORRHOID!
All that pressure had caused me to get one!
I have never had one and so after a week had passed and I checked back in with my doc, 
she said "well if it doesn't go away, we will have to cut and drain it!"
I went blank again...
needles and knives in my BUTT!
I am currently doing a lot of soaking, icing and creams
I am repeating my body healing mantras and soaking in tubs three to four times a day.
it is changing slowly...but the only person who will admit to having had a 'roid is my bestie.
I am doing the wait it out and let it resolve itself path.

This whole thing, as me naked from the waist down at home again...
which sounds like fun, but has totally put a bend in my mojo.
I am asking for suggestions or hemorrhoid recovery tales...
I need to know that there is a light at the end of my tunnel
(hahaha, so to speak)

Monday, August 29, 2016

Unleashing

I saw this today and thought
"My gawd I love this woman"

I am working on unleashing this woman;
she lives inside me and I seem to always want to keep her contained...
it is time for her to run free


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Punk Rock Girl


I am still punk rock!

Okay let me back up....
So I sold an artwork to someone a couple of years ago. 
Turns out this person is a BIG TIME collector and it means something real.
She is also quite the socialite in town and often hosts events in her home.
I was able to attend one about a year and a half ago, and listen to lecture given by a woman who wrote books about some of the founding mothers of contemporary art.
At said party, we were encouraged to socialize and eat little treats etc...
that was when I saw my artwork on the wall!
It was a thrill and then a HORROR as I realized I had not signed my work!

I thought about all night and when I wrote my thank you card, I mentioned that I would love to return for five minutes and sign the work. 
No response...so all this time it has set in my heart as a failure on my part.

Well, last night there was another meeting at the home of the hostess once again!
I daydreamed about remedying the situation but tried to fall on the side of 
" it is her artwork now, leave it be"
The home and art collection on display was beyond impressive once again

Yoko Ono work

Pretty little canapes were out in a rainbow of colors
I socialized and got a hot flash...
I saw a friend and asked if there was a cooler room that she had discovered. 
She mentioned the hostess's office which was open for visitors 
to see the continued art collection.

I met a woman in this room whom I chatted up while cooling off...
we admired the same work and talked about what we loved about certain pieces
I asked if she was an artist
 (this event was hosting artists, curators, museum directors, gallery owners and art writers)
She was and asked if I was as well
I mentioned that my artwork was just in the other room
She asked to see it.
When I looked at it my heart sank...and I mentioned to her that I had forgotten to sign it...
She grabbed it off the wall and said "do it now!"

I giggled and eagerly took the frame into the adjoining room and opened it up and popped out the mat and signed the work. Then just as quickly, popped it back into the frame and locked it all back up. She was by my side the whole time telling me how common it is to forget to sign work...
and that the collector would want me to.

After my act was done, she asked if I could breathe...
I said..."so deeply" it was like my work was a whole piece in a collection now.
I felt vindicated 
and a bit PUNK ROCK

Thursday, August 04, 2016

Thankful Thursday

Yesterday I continued a tradition that was started many many many years ago
 and went almost forgotten until recently.
I introduced my niece to yoga.

My Aunt introduced me to her yoga practice many moons ago when I was 10 years old.
I mostly remember falling asleep on the living room floor.
That gently blossomed into me finding yoga again in college and then 
practicing in Nepal and then again before I was married
and as a newlywed.

Then it fell away until three years ago and now I don't think I will forsake it again.
I introduced my nephew first...we do yoga (a few poses) when he spends the night, 
before he plays video games and when we go for exploration walks.

Yesterday as part of my nieces "graduation to Jr. High" school gift, 
we attended a class together.
She is 12 and now old enough to attend a level 1 class with an adult.
(I was that adult, hahaha)
I picked her up and asked if she was excited about it or nervous.
She said she was both, I told her I was too, so we could be beginners together.

We arrived early so we could get her signed into class.
She signed the forms in big round letters that spelt out her first name
 and only the first initial for her last name,
thus beginning her week of free yoga.

I showed her the locker room 
(part of my plan was to introduce her to a locker room before starting Jr High school)
I gave her a tour of the changing area,I showed her where the hair bands were, the q-tips and lotions. I pointed out that there were tampons on the backside of the toilet, in case someone got their period.
Hairdryers and kleenex all for use.
She picked out our locker, we stored our clean clothes for after class and headed to the studio to wait for the class to begin.

We chatted a little before the teacher showed up and watched all the other people arrive into class.
She followed along, exploring the quiet moments, and watching me for pose ques.
It was surreal for me...this little girl was becoming a teenager before my vary eyes.
We compared how sweaty we got...smiled at each other and did yoga!

After class, she was in a good mood and we headed back to the locker room.
There were women in various states of undress...
I told her I was going to take a shower, and asked if she wanted to as well...
she opted out (which I expected) and I gave her the key to the locker and told her which shower I was in and to meet back at the locker when she was done changing. 
She changed in a toilet stall.
I only freaked out a little when the locker room got really quiet when I was rinsing off...and I wanted to call out her name to see if she was still there...but decided that I was going to treat her like a grown up and let her be. 
She was on the bench next to the locker on her ipod when I walked over from the shower.
I got dressed and asked what she was doing and if she felt okay after class.

We thanked the teacher after class and walked to get her a smoothie....
As we were returning to the car I turned and saw this...
I had my camera on the wrong setting, but you get the idea:

It is happening!


Wednesday, July 27, 2016

It is all fun and games...

It is all fun and games until your doctor says:
 "perimenopausal" 
multiple times in a visit.

Time is marching on and I am apparently aging, regardless of my 
inability to believe it.

Tired at mid-day= besides waking up at 4am daily...
you are gonna find that it takes longer to recover.
Periods acting weird, even on a BCP= you are 46, we are seeing signs of perimenopause
night sweats= perimenopause
pissed off at what I am saying= perimenopausal
That spot I need to burn off your face= stupid things you did as a teenager, now you will pay for it!

They say aging is a gift, I understand that 
I believe that
I am thankful for still being able to walk this earth...

Aging, the process is a mystery and many facets are mysterious
I need to corner people and ask questions...
I need information!

Apparently, even though I feel like an awkward 17year old on the inside
I am still a 46 year old on the outside

sigh