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  • #16
    Back home. If it weren't for wanting to punt Froot Loop over the fence because she WON'T SHUT UP! it'd feel even better. Goddammed mutt. She's getting fixed this week. Maybe between being tethered while we were gone and going in for major surgery next week, she'll THINK before she jumps through an intact screen.
    I ate crap I'm not proud of. My brain and mood reflect that. I'm anxious, irritable, bordering on depressed, and my ADHD is in high gear.
    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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    • #17
      Hey, Naiadknight. It was good to meet you in person. Although kind of weird. I felt like I was on a blind date, almost, trying to make a good impression. So funny. What did I think you were going to do: throw something at me? Thanks so much for driving out here.

      I am slowly coming off my pie high.

      Operative word: slowly.

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      • #18
        I was kinda in that mode, Sabine. (Note to self, pronounce 'e,' dammit.) I was also trying to keep my actions and wording stranger friendly, which is more difficult for me than most realize. Keeping my wording kid friendly isn't as much an issue, but making sure I keep odd references, less than PC wisecracks, and some of the engineer/ primal jargon out of my speech gets difficult.
        I still had a blast, and am still trying to work out how to semi primalize that bruise pie of your (blackberry blueberry pie.)
        I dosed up with Nyquil, naproxen, and gas tabs last night. Aside from still being a little dopey, I feel a LOT better. My belly has also lost most of the Thanksgiving bloat. My brain has shifted away from Dallas mode (damage control and survival) back to a more comfortable place. There is still one more day of crappy eating (Sunday at the in laws) but hopefully I can at least avoid everything but corn, sugar, and crappy oils.
        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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        • #19
          Bruise pie

          It has cocoa in it, and tapioca, but both of those can be primal, right?

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          • #20
            If I had stopped at the beef stew, the damage wouldn't have been bad. But they also had sweet potato pie, bread pudding, stuffing balls, and cranberry sauce.
            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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            • #21
              I can't believe I used to accept feeling like this as "normal for me." I feel like I've been beaten with a sledgehammer and my brain has been pureed into soup and spun out like cotton candy. All I want is to crawl back into bed and sleep for another 3 weeks. Obviously, I can't do that. I'm going to work and will do my best to find my engineering puree and compress it down to useable. I used to accept this fog, the feeling of being stoned without even any drugs or happy drug effects, this feeling that my body has betrayed me and turned into a 72 year old woman's without permission as my lot in life. That's what I get for having a traitorous body and mind that turn on themselves, yadayadayada.
              I will fight this. I will go paleo- ish (because aged cheddar is ok and I'm not gonna win on Sundays.) I will win against this Benedict Arnold of a body and mind because the other choice is to become my mother, a fate worse than death.
              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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              • #22
                Another day or two should set things straight, yes? The first few days of recovery can be brutal, but you can do it!
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                • #23
                  In theory, yes, as should actually taking vitamin D. (Those pills didn't make the trip to Dallas.)
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • #24
                    It is incredible how we used to feel and just accepted as normal. And sad.

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                    • #25
                      Ahhh, that sparkly fresh journal smell! *SNOOOORRRTTTKKKKRKRKKT* *wheeze*

                      Hope you recover from the Thanksgasm quickly. I'm working on that myself.

                      Sounds like the new job is _great_. They clearly like you and are impressed. And you sound genuinely enthusiastic about it, cheerful and ready and etc. It's nice!
                      "Trust me, you will soon enter a magical land full of delicious steakflowers, with butterbacons fluttering around over the extremely rompable grass and hillsides."

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                      • #26
                        Had leftover chile chicken with aged cheddar and chevre for lunch. I think the chevre is a no go, as that throat clog is back.
                        Still feeling out of it and sickish. Not sure if it's just recovery or if it's what Sabine has. My stomach's been acting strange since last night,and I've been going back and forth between downright HOT and frigid. I'm always cold, so the frigid doesn't mean anything. The HOT (as in August in West Texas doing yardwork kind of hot) means something's off. I'm hoping it's just my body readjusting.
                        ETA: Nope, definitely sick. Just hafta make it 3 more hours.
                        Last edited by naiadknight; 11-26-2012, 12:55 PM.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • #27
                          Reasonably certain I have a fever. Already took some Aleve, but it doesn't seem to be bringing it down. Keep bouncing back and forth between having on a jacket over my sweater over my shirt and wishing I could go topless at work. Feel stoned and useless, but I'm not going home unless they make me.
                          These plans aren't helping my stupor, either. I need something more interesting than research and final mark ups to keep me going.
                          Hey, you! Keep me occupado!
                          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                          • #28
                            Hope you feel better soon, Naiad.

                            Nice new journal. *looking around* I like what you've done with the place.
                            Primal since March 5, 2012
                            SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)



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                            • #29
                              Aleve is finally kicking in, so I feel better but not well.
                              Yeah, I thought the purple and gold paisley wallpaper was a bit much, so I ripped it down and haven't covered up the green paint yet.
                              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
                              My Latest Journal

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                              • #30
                                Drink LOTS of liquids.... preferably H2Agua.... Vitamin C is rumored to help with cold/flu symptoms, as are goldenseal and echinacea.... And rest.....

                                enjoy reading your journal. Good to hear from folks from the homeland. I used to live in andrews...

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