In case you haven't noticed from previous posts, or this is your first time reading me, I'm a chronic overshare-er. Like, I'll meet you, and immediately share my deepest darkest, not-so secrets. So when I got to work last night and my manager came over and asked how I was doing, I replied chipperly "I've had mono!" And the branch manager overheard from his office.
I tried to explain that they don't know when I got it, that I'm not contagious, that I could let them listen to the nurse's voicemail on my phone, but it was over. I got sent home with orders to get a note from my doctor's office that would allow me to come back to the office.
I should say that the reason behind my blurting this out was basically my deep relief that I don't have Lupus or Lyme disease or adrenal disfunction, because those were all things for which I was tested. I've been getting more and more exhausted for months and it was getting fucking scary! So honestly, mono is like the best option. Also, I'm on the road to (a long) recovery. So that's Happy Happy Joy Joy news!
Anyway, I called my clinic before I even left the parking lot last night, left a message.
Called again when I dragged my pathetic butt out of bed at 10:30am, left another message.
By 1:00pm I was thinking "huh, guess I get another night 'off.'" and was thinking about what to cook for dinner. (Curried ginger carrot soup or lentil soup? Both are rather quick and easy and have healing ingredients, but the wildflower child didn't like how "spicy" the ginger in the carrot soup is so told me to make lentil.) Just as I started to relax into the idea that I wouldn't have to rush, my phone rang and it was the clinic telling me I can get my letter. CRAP! I had to run and get us both dressed-ish, drive over the to the clinic, get home, quick chop a fuck-ton of veggies and put the soup on, get my shower, get dressed, finish the soup, eat some soup, and go to work.
This was not relaxing. This is very hard in my current condition. This essentially sucked on a cosmic level. But I made it. I even got into work on time (for me, which is 15 minutes early) with my letter in hand. Where I received some advice from my manager to not discuss health issues in public, and if I feel like shit to lie and smile.
So here's to smiling through the pain and lying through my teeth, and hopefully, feeling more like myself very soon.
New Name, New Address, New Focus
I realized that one of the reasons I've been having trouble writing lately is that the blog title and focus just didn't fit my life anymore. I'm barely cam modeling (although I do hope to get back at it soon) and I don't like defining myself by my part-time job. I'm trying to get rid of the parts of my life I don't like, and build on the ones I do. So that's the new theme of this blog and the story behind the new name.
In the mean time, I've been profiled on the SuperHooper blog about how hooping has significantly improved some of my chronic health concerns. And yes, my real name is in that article. I was just diagnosed with low Vitamin D levels and mono. Yup. Mono. Which explains my chronic fatigue and will take a while to recover. Now hopefully increasing the Vitamin D will help my hair grow back, but who knows.
In the mean time, trying out this new title and address and I hope it helps me stay more focused and up to date.
In the mean time, I've been profiled on the SuperHooper blog about how hooping has significantly improved some of my chronic health concerns. And yes, my real name is in that article. I was just diagnosed with low Vitamin D levels and mono. Yup. Mono. Which explains my chronic fatigue and will take a while to recover. Now hopefully increasing the Vitamin D will help my hair grow back, but who knows.
In the mean time, trying out this new title and address and I hope it helps me stay more focused and up to date.
A lot on my mind
I know I haven't posted in a while, I've been dealing with chronic exhaustion, personal stress, relationship stress, painting a little bit, trying some hoop flow choreographies, applying for a slightly elevated postion at work, you know, life...
But something has been bothering me so much the last several days, I just have to write it out.
I'm following a lot of "Mommy" pages on Facebook. A lot. Mostly related to breastfeeding, gentle parenting and humor. I just joined a new page about breastfeeding and mama talk, and one of the first posts I see is about piercing baby's ears.
If you've ever seen me, I'm obviously pierced. Also tattooed (11) and branded (yes, branded) and have had big huge hooks put through my skin from which I hung for hours. I'm a personal fan of modification.
If you've ever seen me, I'm obviously pierced. Also tattooed (11) and branded (yes, branded) and have had big huge hooks put through my skin from which I hung for hours. I'm a personal fan of modification.
I am completely and totally against modifying infants. All of it. I'm an intactivist and would not have circumcised a son had I had one. I will not pierce my daughter's ears until she is old enough to ask for it and understand what it means. Hell, I don't even cut her hair and make sure she's happy with it long. If she wants it cut off, I'll do that for her. IT IS HER BODY! I have no right to change it.
Parents say things like, "get it done early when they don't remember the pain." This is in relationship to both the relatively "mild" modification of piercing ears and the horrible dismemberment of circumcision. It isn't that they don't experience the pain, but they don't understand what it is, can't express their pain and fear and confusion and never talk about it later. That doesn't mean they don't internalize that at some point in their early, new, fresh, life, their own parents actually caused them pain. For the parents' own comfort or aesthetic.
And this brings me to the thought that has been banging around in my head for days. Why is it that parents can do things to children, and not only get away with it, but be completely supported by medical staff or family or society, but if they did them to another adult they would be condemned, vilified, persecuted and probably imprisoned?
Think about it.
It is completely legal, and often "encouraged" to circumcise infant males. Over a hundred baby boys die every year (in the U.S. alone) from complications as a result of this "routine" (and completely unnecessary) procedure.
If you were to tie down an adult intact male and forcefully remove his foreskin without anesthetic or post procedure pain medications, and most importantly, without his informed consent, you would be guilty of assault, sexual abuse, torture, and who knows what else.
But it is completely acceptable to do this to your son.
If you were to take your adult girlfriend to a Piercing Pagoda and force her to sit still while an untrained clerk shoves blunt "piercing studs" through her ears with an unsterilized piercing gun even though she never asked for her ears pierced, you would be arrested in the parking lot.
But go ahead and do that to your daughter. Better yet, get your pediatrician, who has absolutely no experience with body piercing, to do it as part of a "routine infant check-up."
I really hope you got the sarcasm in my remarks.
And on that note...
No, that's called "child abuse" and no one, NO ONE, has any right to lay a hand on my child, nor should any child be subjected to the confusion, agony, and psychological damage that spanking causes.
Which means you are afraid of a world run by adults who were raised to know their feelings, learned respect by being modeled respect, and learned the value of being part of something without having to crush those around them to find worth? How sad. Move aside and let progress happen.
Because this is how you treat another human being and expect to be respected and loved?
Trash like the above shows up on my Facebook feed daily. And people "LOL" and "AMEN!" and "if I ever said 'boo' to my parents they would whoop my ass!" And then wonder why the world is so mean, so cruel. Why there are so many children "going wrong."
Trust me, they aren't going wrong by lack of spanking, by lack of "being told what to do" by lack of "parenting."
In fact, spanking is more and more being proven dangerous, damaging and ineffectual as a parenting "tool" in recognized and respected research. And around the world 30 countries have banned physical punishment of children everywhere, even at home.
Why is it, that the tenants of attachment or instinctual parenting are so reviled by this society that anything that doesn't condone violence against or control of or subjugation of our children is considered laughable, naive and ridiculous?
When my daughter throws a temper tantrum, I hug her gently and soothe her, ask her what she is feeling, if she has the words, try to bring her back to Earth and give her the tools to understand I'm here, I love her, it is okay if she is angry and frustrated and tired and just cranky, I'll still love her. Always.
When other people want to touch her or demand kisses or hugs, I let her say "no." She shouldn't be forced to touch or be touched by anyone ever.
Today I introduced her to the lemon thyme we brought inside. Showed her how to rub the leaves and smell the lemony freshness. Told her that when she feels frustrated or angry, she can go to that corner and rub the leaves and calm down. And she glowed. And ran to get her favorite stuffed animal and show her the lemon thyme.
When other people want to touch her or demand kisses or hugs, I let her say "no." She shouldn't be forced to touch or be touched by anyone ever.
Today I introduced her to the lemon thyme we brought inside. Showed her how to rub the leaves and smell the lemony freshness. Told her that when she feels frustrated or angry, she can go to that corner and rub the leaves and calm down. And she glowed. And ran to get her favorite stuffed animal and show her the lemon thyme.
A friend shared this poem and I try to live this way. Scoff if you must, but my daughter knows I love her. And her love heals the old wounds of my life. And that's what parenting is really about.
Let me sit with my baby
And play for a while,
And forget all
my unfinished work
with a smile,
For every tomorrow
holds work to be done,
But lullaby moments
and peek-a-boo fun
Are life's tender treasures
meant just for today,
For babies grow up. . .
and the years
slip away.
So tired!
I have been really remiss at getting any writing done lately. Lots going on in my head, nothing going down on paper or on the screen in pixels.
I did complete one painting and start another over the weekend, and I have two new poly pro hoops that I'm having a lot of fun playing with, but my lethargy is almost paralyzing.
If you are a member then you know I haven't been modeling at all recently. It has simply been too hard to get motivated to do it. I am very much hoping that I will get some medical answers for why I'm so tired (yes I know I'm up super late writing this post, but still!), and work on some stress relieving methods to help my entire life go better.
In the mean time I took a trip down nostalgia lane today and scoured the internet looking for references to a traveling Shakespeare company that came to my college while I was there. I cannot express with words how much I loved this group. Apparently I loved it so much I was quoted in my school paper about my love for it. I even found a terribly scanned and grainy picture of the actor I kissed in front of a room full of students during a work shop which launched my acting and theater major. As well as pictures of a few of the actors I dated while they were visiting.
Hey, I like talent, and Shakespeare, what do you want from me?
I've also been binge watching Doctor Who on Netflix in preparation for the 50th anniversary this winter. I don't care that Peter Capaldi isn't young and sexy (okay he isn't young), I think he's going to be awesome as the twelfth Doctor!
I've even cooked twice in the last few days. Pumpkin pancakes on Monday and Vegan Lentil Soup today. I consider both major "Mama Wins" because the wildflower child actually ate what I cooked!
And there are four Eastern Black Swallowtail caterpillars feasting on fennel on my back deck that just make my heart sing. So they are getting a lot of play on my Instagram.
Other than all that, I have to get some more tests done to see why I'm so tired, want to learn some new tricks with hooping and hope to not sleep through the weekends. Hopefully I can achieve those goals.
<3
I did complete one painting and start another over the weekend, and I have two new poly pro hoops that I'm having a lot of fun playing with, but my lethargy is almost paralyzing.
If you are a member then you know I haven't been modeling at all recently. It has simply been too hard to get motivated to do it. I am very much hoping that I will get some medical answers for why I'm so tired (yes I know I'm up super late writing this post, but still!), and work on some stress relieving methods to help my entire life go better.
In the mean time I took a trip down nostalgia lane today and scoured the internet looking for references to a traveling Shakespeare company that came to my college while I was there. I cannot express with words how much I loved this group. Apparently I loved it so much I was quoted in my school paper about my love for it. I even found a terribly scanned and grainy picture of the actor I kissed in front of a room full of students during a work shop which launched my acting and theater major. As well as pictures of a few of the actors I dated while they were visiting.
Hey, I like talent, and Shakespeare, what do you want from me?
I've also been binge watching Doctor Who on Netflix in preparation for the 50th anniversary this winter. I don't care that Peter Capaldi isn't young and sexy (okay he isn't young), I think he's going to be awesome as the twelfth Doctor!
I've even cooked twice in the last few days. Pumpkin pancakes on Monday and Vegan Lentil Soup today. I consider both major "Mama Wins" because the wildflower child actually ate what I cooked!
And there are four Eastern Black Swallowtail caterpillars feasting on fennel on my back deck that just make my heart sing. So they are getting a lot of play on my Instagram.
Other than all that, I have to get some more tests done to see why I'm so tired, want to learn some new tricks with hooping and hope to not sleep through the weekends. Hopefully I can achieve those goals.
<3
Lazy or Disinterested or Just Exhausted
I've been really tired and somewhat depressed for a while, and now I have a really bad cold. But I'm still around. Just haven't really felt like writing or doing much of anything.
So I'm snuggling with a cat and not caring that I look like hell.
Hooping, Weight Loss, Patience and Kindness
I know I really haven't been posting much recently. I've been busy, but mostly I haven't posted because I didn't know what to say. Life keeps going in cycles. Sometimes it is good and I am doing great, and sometimes it sucks and everything crashes down. But I'm really working on making sure the down times aren't overwhelming.
One of the main things that has helped me is hooping. Yes, hula hooping, for grown-ups. Hoop dancing is another name for it.
No I'm no expert, but I'm learning, and enjoying myself while I do. I'm getting better balance, my hand strength is improving and I've lost a ton of weight. And as soon as I get some money together, I'm buying this.
I'm perfectly willing to pay for it with donations if you are feeling generous, I have PayPal. ;-) Kidding. Sort of. I really need money.
I got braided hair extensions in my mohawk for kicks. Brown matched to my own colour, and purple, because, purple. I wear my septum ring a lot more often now. And I'm getting a new tattoo this coming Saturday, another butterfly. I haven't had one since June 15th.
Cam modeling has picked up. I've added sph (small penis humiliation) to my repertoire. I came to the realization that if this is what someone really needs to get off, what was I accomplishing by denying him? But I still won't allow anyone to try to humiliate me.
I'm trying to be gentler to my husband. It isn't always easy, but I'm doing my best to avoid being "the Provoker" in the relationship because I know that can only come out badly. He can't be the partner I want him to be if I make him miserable.
My life is still full of uncertainty. I always want to believe that what I am told is truth, even when historically that is not true. My daughter is a delight, even when she pees on the floor. My garden is a tangled mess of colour and life and praying mantids. My health is improving.
Now if I could just make more money...
One of the main things that has helped me is hooping. Yes, hula hooping, for grown-ups. Hoop dancing is another name for it.
No I'm no expert, but I'm learning, and enjoying myself while I do. I'm getting better balance, my hand strength is improving and I've lost a ton of weight. And as soon as I get some money together, I'm buying this.
I'm perfectly willing to pay for it with donations if you are feeling generous, I have PayPal. ;-) Kidding. Sort of. I really need money.
I got braided hair extensions in my mohawk for kicks. Brown matched to my own colour, and purple, because, purple. I wear my septum ring a lot more often now. And I'm getting a new tattoo this coming Saturday, another butterfly. I haven't had one since June 15th.
Cam modeling has picked up. I've added sph (small penis humiliation) to my repertoire. I came to the realization that if this is what someone really needs to get off, what was I accomplishing by denying him? But I still won't allow anyone to try to humiliate me.
I'm trying to be gentler to my husband. It isn't always easy, but I'm doing my best to avoid being "the Provoker" in the relationship because I know that can only come out badly. He can't be the partner I want him to be if I make him miserable.
My life is still full of uncertainty. I always want to believe that what I am told is truth, even when historically that is not true. My daughter is a delight, even when she pees on the floor. My garden is a tangled mess of colour and life and praying mantids. My health is improving.
Now if I could just make more money...
Cycles
If you have been reading my blog for a while, it must be abundantly clear that my mental status varies wildly. Hell, just look at the titles of my posts and they run the range from laughing hysterically to almost suicidal depression. And the content only backs up those first impressions.
Yes, I have issues.
Currently I'm on an upswing. I've really thrown myself into hoop dance. I've gotten a very wild new hairstyle. I'm caming regularly again and actually enjoying it. I've reclaimed my virtual space and am doing what I want with people who seem to share my tastes and are willing to pay me for it.
My charity group is doing great and I'm on the Board of Directors now.
My wildflower child just turned 4-years-old and I'm in better shape now then I was before I had her.
I'm getting the nerve up to contact a hoop making company for advice on what to purchase when I get the money, so I have fully custom made hoops by professionals instead of only my own handmade and not exactly right hoops.
Interestingly, as I'm feeling better, I came across this article, "Psychology's answer to trolling and online abuse" today.
Luckily I've yet to experience sustained consistant online abuse. But the short bursts of it I have gotten in cam rooms has been enough to know that people are mean when they are anonymous.
But right now, today, I'm good. I'm covered in bruises from drilling shoulder reversals (almost have them) and wish I could lose another five pounds. But I'm good.
I might steal the Nightmare Moon mini figure I got for my daughter for her birthday though. Because it is hella cool. It is super fucking awesome actually.
Yes, I have issues.
Currently I'm on an upswing. I've really thrown myself into hoop dance. I've gotten a very wild new hairstyle. I'm caming regularly again and actually enjoying it. I've reclaimed my virtual space and am doing what I want with people who seem to share my tastes and are willing to pay me for it.
My charity group is doing great and I'm on the Board of Directors now.
My wildflower child just turned 4-years-old and I'm in better shape now then I was before I had her.
I'm getting the nerve up to contact a hoop making company for advice on what to purchase when I get the money, so I have fully custom made hoops by professionals instead of only my own handmade and not exactly right hoops.
Interestingly, as I'm feeling better, I came across this article, "Psychology's answer to trolling and online abuse" today.
Luckily I've yet to experience sustained consistant online abuse. But the short bursts of it I have gotten in cam rooms has been enough to know that people are mean when they are anonymous.
But right now, today, I'm good. I'm covered in bruises from drilling shoulder reversals (almost have them) and wish I could lose another five pounds. But I'm good.
I might steal the Nightmare Moon mini figure I got for my daughter for her birthday though. Because it is hella cool. It is super fucking awesome actually.
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