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sessifetI've been up since just before 7:00 this morning. Alex went home (or rather, to work) and needed to leave early. I got up as well because a) I wanted to say goodbye properly* and b) my back was telling me it was okay for us to be getting up now, really. So I grumbled my way out of bed and shuffled around a bit having an early morning conversation. Well, Alex was having a conversation. I just made the usual meaningful noises and occasionally demanded snuggles.
Alex seemed okay with this. I like him. I mean, the man can use words in the morning. Sentences too! It's clearly a useful skill to have, so he's a keeper.
The world outside is bright and full of sunshine. This is my fourth day using my e-cig and I'm definitely 'smoking' less (one cartridge is 10-15 cigarettes worth of nicotine and it took me three days to get through one). I'm wearing bright pink fuzzy socks with yellow laces and red bobbles (I don't know why this is relevant).
I'm also shuffling around very carefully because there's this...odd thing going on with my back. It's a not-quite-pain-but-it-secretly-totally-is feeling from just under my shoulderblades to halfway down the lower spine. I keep forgetting it's there because it sort of lurks under my normal pain treshhold until I move just soand then the pain-that-is-not-really-pain-honestly-but-secretly-it-totally-is leaps up and then there is nothing but me and a blindingly bright moment of pain lasting at least two seconds worth of eternity. It's kind of Zen and if it didn't make me afraid to breathe deeply or do much more than make small pathetic whimpering noises for a few minutes afterwards, I'd almost enjoy it as an intellectual curiosity.
*As in, actually say goodbye and have hugs and kisses, rather than the stay in bed approach, which involves kisses, me making incoherent grumbling noises and sticking my head under a pillow to make the world go away. It's not pretty.
Alex seemed okay with this. I like him. I mean, the man can use words in the morning. Sentences too! It's clearly a useful skill to have, so he's a keeper.
The world outside is bright and full of sunshine. This is my fourth day using my e-cig and I'm definitely 'smoking' less (one cartridge is 10-15 cigarettes worth of nicotine and it took me three days to get through one). I'm wearing bright pink fuzzy socks with yellow laces and red bobbles (I don't know why this is relevant).
I'm also shuffling around very carefully because there's this...odd thing going on with my back. It's a not-quite-pain-but-it-secretly-totally-is feeling from just under my shoulderblades to halfway down the lower spine. I keep forgetting it's there because it sort of lurks under my normal pain treshhold until I move just soand then the pain-that-is-not-really-pain-honestly-but-secretly-it-totally-is leaps up and then there is nothing but me and a blindingly bright moment of pain lasting at least two seconds worth of eternity. It's kind of Zen and if it didn't make me afraid to breathe deeply or do much more than make small pathetic whimpering noises for a few minutes afterwards, I'd almost enjoy it as an intellectual curiosity.
*As in, actually say goodbye and have hugs and kisses, rather than the stay in bed approach, which involves kisses, me making incoherent grumbling noises and sticking my head under a pillow to make the world go away. It's not pretty.
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Date: 2011-03-14 01:04 pm (UTC)So...trousers. They here.
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